A Stolen Poem, The Campfire in Your Eyes.

This is not mine, I wish, but no... my english is not that extended and perfect

I was waiting for a long time to post this on my blog but every time I come to read and write, this poem is touching my eyes asking me to be posted, I try to ignore it thinking the writer wont be happy but today I`m posting all I have there...

Yes, A.W. come and hit me with your words, yell on me, do whatever you want, but I will leave this poem there because you sent it to me, and you knew I like it as I do with most of your poems and tales but you sent this one to ME!!

Sorry A.W. but I like it because I imagine you, there, by the campfire.

Do not touch this poem, do not copy this poem, DON`T DON`T DON`T... read it, enjoy it and leave it!!

The Campfire in your Eyes

The smoke from the campfire

dances round my feet

and rises to my eyes

burnin’ the salt in my tears.

The wind keeps shiftin’

and I bounce around

from North to South

like a wayward compass needle

Each shift in position

interrupts my thoughts

of you and my memories

of your face and your eyes

that roll me like strabismus

and whirl me like a Ferris wheel

and bump me from log to log

like a toad without a princess

livin' this lily pad life wonderin’

if it’s time for ‘nother shift

of perspective from tadpole to pole

clearin’ the smoke from lidless eyes.

A.W.

I definitely like it...

Piedelmundo!!!