Topic – Poetic
Watching as the flames engulf the wood, thoughts engulf my mind.
The heat is now riding as my thoughts get deeper and deeper.
I listen as a train goes by; miles away.
The air is calm no wind, no nothing,
Apart from whistles in the distance.
As the fire dies down my thoughts calm: calm like the air.
Nothing moves apart form my fingers.
The fire now out;
I rest.