In the folly and fantasy of youth,
Seeking out some unknown truth.
With whims of passion and desire,
Would build by night, my little fire.
Cast into a spellbound trance,
I'd follow each ember's trail and dance.
On wings of fire, and mist of dreams,
Destiny seemed to come to me.
Brilliant sparkles of red and white,
Silver and blue.
With each gust of wind,
They would renew.
An endless dream.
Life is like,
The fire it seemed.
By Barry Clopton Lanier
My entry for mizzd-stock's All The Colours contest [link]
Model - [link]
Background - [link]