Flames

Echoing hands are placed among the soul.

Leaving fingerprints of longing,

And a hunger to be whole.

Swimming in the dark abyss called a womb,

The cold sparks a flame inside our veins.

A desire to burn for something.

Hardly quenchable, but not invincible.

It sustains through all pain,

With no house or settlement.

The only weakness is negligence.

Living here since our existence.

The flames first fell from the eyelashes of life.

Drenched with deafening peace and delight.

Something so powerful, so easily forgotten.

A world rarely talked about when seen,

Yet wished for from days and years and in-between.

Possessed within us all, passed away beneath the walls,

Ready to ignite.

There's no more need for night.