Returning to the Fire
Returning to the fire
Afraid to burn
Hungry for warmth
Accustomed to the cold
— I took my first step, more cautious then my leaps of yesteryear
— I lean first, sniffing at the ash
— — What burns now in my metaphor?
— — — The hearts of many?
— — — Do we gather light and comfort from their destruction?
— — — Is that the nature of Love?
— — — To sit smiling at the chaos?
— — — Yes are my answers
What comes next is pain and pleasure