It is only I who sits next to the fire.
Feeling its warmth
Watching it smolder
As the night wind carries everything
It dispenses away
Into the darkness
Away from the caress
Of the toasty flicker
Stroking gently against my skin
The soft crackle of the burn
The whisper of the breeze
Tickling, twisting, fueling the flame
While I sit.
Enraptured in its beauty
Engulfed in its power
Enamored by its strength
Feeling how easily it can burn
How brightly it contrasts the night sky
Magnifying the depth of the darkness
The stars muted existence in its comparison
The moon merely a bulb in its distance
All I need to see directly in front of me
Encapturing my attention, my focus, my being
Burning, churning, sparking off
Into different directions before me
The potential of both birth and destruction
Of both regrowth and elimination
Like this flame can and has done before
I sense its danger,
Yet continue to feel its warmth
Blanketed by the comfort
From my heated palms to my impassioned soul
In the coolness of the night
The rustling of the wind
The darkness of the sky
That surrounds me
If I walk away I could freeze
If I step closer I could burn
I keep the perfect distance
The allurement of safety
The seduction of protection
Using the radiance as my candle
While the cool air as my guide
Do I dance within the flames
Do I cherish it from a far
Do I search in its burn
Or trust my own spark
Releasing its glow
To meet the flame
Into the depth of the night
Let the cool wind carry everything
It dispenses away
