Fire

Fire

I have heard that fire can cleanse
But I didn't know it til that night.
It has always been terror and pain to me.
I am the Phoenix, finding out too late that it can burn
As it seeks its resurrection.

When the final song of summer
Was held, softly, in the mouth of this land,
I stood with her near a place I once loved,
More than my own name,
While the moon, like the ghost of yesterday, 
Rested on the water.

I watched her words burn away the chaos.
Those flames were made of love for me.
They held the truth.
Nothing could stand in their way.
They were beautiful in their ferocity,
And I knew I would remember
For as long as I lived
That I have mattered that much
To someone else.
That I, one small creature, in a vast universe
Have moved another heart
Enough for that.

Honey & Wine

Honey & Wine

Witness

Witness