This is a kinda rambling poem....
Redness of the flame
It just so easily burns with the redness of the flame. Delicacy that cannot be over come through logic or thinking. It's...there, you know...but your not quite sure why or how. Thought's glide through your mind once you give up trying to understand. The mystilogical feature swaying, breathing hypnotically through and through. Flowing through your veins, making you float blissfully as you smile, calm and at one with yourself. Colours come and go as nice, infectious memories and realizations fade into your mental reminders. Peaceful knowing, resting, smiling, your eyes change shape as you know the words, they run imprinting in your mind. You can never stop filling your mental reminders, it's always with you, wherever you go. At any time you can just sit back, kick off your shoes, maybe light a few candles...and think...and be at peace...as you know that it just so easily burns with the redness of the flame, warm, free, flowing through your veins...to your heart. It's so...intoxicating. And it's yours. Forever...