Philly Phloetry

MY HEART OF WAX

White rain pours down
past the burning flame,
tears that refused to fall,
but still my heart cries.

Cold fingers of absence

twirl across the fire,
and love calls to me
along the wind.
But its warmth remains trapped,
burning forever
away from where I stand,
but still I reach for it.
Heat digs into skin,
and I rip my hand away,

once again burned

by lust and desire.
And love remains out of reach,
and dreams flicker
across shadows
now dancing along the walls
of my life.
But still the rain falls 

Tears I tried to shed
and my heart weeps
like a soft violin.
And a cinder of hope
catches my eye

burning darkness against the red

and silence steals across the void
that has left me cold.
And I hear love call
across the wind.

By Melissa R. Mendelson