Eternal flame

To reach out these hands
to the greater plan
Through the margin of each rift divide
the hands would often hold and hide
captive threads of others tides
waves that crashed, built up walls
no more these hands will ever stall
Open wide in giving stance
the heart of hands is the spoken glance
No need in me, no longer drawn
to find, repair lines once torn
of generations deeply engraved
no longer am I enslaved
to kindred hidden shadowed pain
My open hands are heart in gain
with the unspoken eternal flame.

[Joe Mc]

Thats the chimney on your house isnt it ? Admit it ..it is ? isnt it ? That where you smoke the Cigars ? isnt it ?...
Ohh the poem not the picture ?
Lovely ! lovely ! deep surrender like a wave up to the shore not bad for a cigar crazy like you !

Hey that was my granny peace pipe, you sucked up most of it...didn't ya hey???

Left me with a little butt, a mere little remnant of it original source...I had to go for the big smoking guns!! :)

By the way this is John F Kennedy's eternal flame lit on the night of his funeral, which by the way was Nov 25th 1963 ...I would have been two years 6 months of age and Nov 26 was my fathers birthday. For some strange random meeting of facts, it feels significant to the disconnection of my own eternal flame...I think I chose well or I am just rambling here...lol.....:)