The Long Journey Ahead

Sometimes the road ahead is well defined but misty like this photo...and lonely...and lacking bright colours to cheer us on the way....

Sometimes you wish for a guiding light not so much to show the way but to confirm that journey's end holds your dreams, your goal, your safe arrival.....Just saying

The Flame
A rose won’t grow
If the soil below goes dry,
It withers and droops and dies at the root,
And its red petals drop
Like blood that won’t stop from a wound
And then the flower
Without any power lies ruined.

The heart is the same,
The stream in the vein gives it life;
Cut off the flow and it won’t go
For blood is the source
Of all that force in the beat;
Body and soul
Need it to roll for heat.

And fire won’t glow
If wind doesn’t blow on the hearth;
The yellow blaze
Smoulders and fades,
And you’re left to poke
At the cinders and smoke that remain,
But without air
You would despair of the flame.

O when my first flame died
And you became my love
A fresh breath of air made sparks appear
And my heart, like coal,
Lit up and my soul took fire,
While out in your bed
You grew blushing red, my flower .

Johnny Duhan The Flame