The Catch

The Catch

Flames
Within these casual games
We play
Where water is so scarce
Where the wind is just too fast

Flames
Licking every morsel from the plate,
Clean and pure.
Where light is just too black
We’re happy with our pet.

Flames
Grinning every round
Seeking every sound
That rhymes with now, now and now
But can we put them out?

How
To tear down all the houses we’ve constructed
To burn down all the bridges we’ve raised
Flames, can you help us
Find the grey area?

Dry
We’ll only dry these flames with
Ashes of our own
Since pain becomes our pleasure and we don’t even know
Or is the gate just too narrow?

Run
Run through them
With dampened spirits and tears from battle
And pray for the mercy of the grieving sky,
“Let go, let go.”

Hold
Hold, hold on tight
My friend
Living is so much more that catching
Butterflies and keeping them alive.

~tc©