Fireplaces

My Girl

She sits 

Quiet and still 

Seemingly disconnected 

Distracted 

But My Girl

Is peaceful only on the surface 

My Girl has eyes 

That reflect all of space and time 

When you look into them 

You see

She’s thinking a thousand things

And wanting to say

A hundred more 

The tempest 

The passion

The fire of a million suns

Burns within

And she holds 

Her tongue 

To let me shine