Fire

Fire, fire, burning bright

In the mysteries of the night

Burning up the rubbish heap

And burning all our anguish down so deep

A card-board box, some broken plumb branches

And pine needles that we sweep

Burnt ephemeral offerings we make so cheap

Soon

Gone

Up in a hot angry smoke

Cleaning our rubbish

Cleansing our souls

At the old hearth of humanity

Flames entrancing

Shadows in the darkness dancing

We seek the warmth in the night

And the comfort of your light

Our forlorn and disconsolate

Spirits seeking our only

Solace to be found in your company

You are our only connection

Our only thing we share in common

As you burn

Our hearts mend

Cleansed in sacrifice

And our spirits are lifted like burnt ashes

Toward the twinkling cold stars

To drift to far away lands