Posts Tagged ‘fire’

At this moment

snow is falling,

coating spruce trees

in a down of crystals.

There shall be a time

when they fall with great age,

or are plucked from the earth

to make room for progress

and its silver cables.

There shall be a time

when the moon pulls off her mask

and becomes a droplet of blood-

the doom ruby, shining in the sky.

There shall be a time

when heaven spits upon the Earth,

and the creatures flee,

but Man is caught in the fire.

Until that time I will open my mouth,

let snowflakes fall in, an angel within each,

and taste my childhood.

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A song of penance I sing–

mercy, pity, before flames radiant glow,

prostrating instead of genuflecting–

pleading for a future I do not know.

 

Something in the small fire

relieves my apprehension.

Swaying like an eye-twinkle,

no sputter, no tension.

Militant drums beat steady and coarse.

Families take shelter.

Men in uniform with sword, gun, horse,

are all blown helter-skelter.

Though flames grow, and sky fills with lightning,

these terrors are not the real kind;

for nothing is more frightening

than the war within one’s mind.

My golden house is adorned with flames,

it licks itself with them, wistfully cleaning

blemishes which are not there.

Fires rise and crackle.

The whole cacophony, the whole sound

of these flames could timid a lion.

Even though I among these precious metals-

orange brighter than any morning,

red deeper and more passionate than a heartbeat

or a kiss, I find myself

looking out at the worlds between the flames.

How minuscule they are-

a yellow thumb, a dark brown eye,

a fleck of glowing white,

pinpricks…

I’m afraid I know nothing else

than shades of fire

and my own face.

Indeed, there are others glowing,

held in comfort of white embers

and enthused by the ceaseless dancing of flames,

but I find myself not with vigor of flame,

but with emptiness, that same emptiness

as the black reaching

between those worlds and specks of light, unifying us,

and separating us

all the same.

My regular blood flow is interrupted,

the drumbeat changed, when I see you.

No longer does my pulse stream

at a constant rate, unnoticeable,

it quickens to a locomotive pace.

My heart and guts quiver,

something in me swells, engorges

and pushes away feelings of sadness

as simply as a tear is stroked away

by the steady finger of a lover.

Is it your flushed face,

your small and kind eyes-

their blue warmth like a stove-fire,

which tug my gaze to be held there,

like the compliant needle of a compass?

You, the center,

are far from me,

buried in long conversations

with people I do not know-

one man with dark hair, one man in flannel.

Do you even know my name?

My heart observes:

learning every detail of your face and the way you walk,

listening to the sound of your voice,

fluttering like a doe’s eye from the subtlety of your laugh.

This moment is conceivably permanent;

I smile at your back, my heart pulsating

at a frantic-rabbit pace,

and you staring forward,

head tilted at an angle which I can admire.

My thoughts jumping with happy possibilities

and the sad realization that they will never be.

Unless,

you turn and smile at me.

Love is a many-splendored thing,

blooming slow, like a flower in Spring.

The petals yield their colors, bright

pulses flare and skins ignite.

Two red beacons then converge,

and greet each other with kind words.

Why am I so willing to pass my heart around

on a platter like hors d’oeuvres?

Falling in love is not

something that simply happens;

there is always admiration before desire,

smoke before flame.

Perhaps it is not that I’m willing,

but rather, that I don’t know,

for I would rather live in this haze

for fear of being burned.