Fire

See the world through the eyes of fire

Prisoner of glass and metal, like a girl,

Pouring down and up a mountain ridge.

The mind yawns the early dark

Shuts down the sky. There is no silence

No void but in ideas

The empty patterns of things to come

 

I do not feel the surge from beneath

Of this character of fire

Its smallest manifest dream

Burns flesh, fire, the curious element

Unsustained, ethereal, within; a peaceful state.

Spark is the raindrop to ocean’s fire

Just as wind is division of the air

 

In whose unspoken language

In what lair do they lie

Dormant emotions more like air

Than fire feelings of the infinite

Desires that don’t burn

Touches left unnamed before the breach

 

From here imagine other heights

To other heavens other oceans.

But the weight of worlds!

Of worlds of water

Worlds of air and fire

The thing that will not speak

This earth whose heart I eat

Whose bed I make

The cold dark friend