The Poetry of cecil

The fire burns higher still,
And no one hold the till,
The boiler steam is roaring,
Like our emotions soaring,
Driving us ever onward,
Not knowing what it’s toward,
Burning emotions like a pyre
Cleanse our soul with your fire,
Steam your heart and soul
Into you I enfold,
Encrust me in ice for keeping,
The water is for your steam,
Hold me in this forever dream.




cecil’s poetry