A Fire Far and Near.
Waves on the shore, turning from the shore
I lift my armour down with false pretenses
The bright scarf on unexpected tides was washed away
along with my sand castle defenses
I have two contrasting problems
The place I dare not go, and cannot stay.
A friend with flashlight kills my best intentions
A genuinely good friend, so who should ask for more?
All my desire, turning from desire
the place that makes it, out of reach.
A desperate step, outside a coward's grasp
one more metre along the beach.
each time I call it cowardice
a trait for which I did not ask.
A failure I would swear I didn't preach
And kerosene to dampen down the fire.