No foolish fantasiser, I.
Rather are my dreams
Impassioned facets of my reality,
Flamed, from time to time, from within;
Fired by sudden stoking of the heart's furnace,
Which had learned, in pain, to quietly feed
The soul's suppressed requirement.
Of the ten or so poems I have written through the years, this one pleases me quite a lot.
I was in my mid-twenties with my life going through somewhat of a turmoil at the time.
The words just came to me as I stood in the kitchen and I wrote them down exactly as they are here.
