The Flame

Inside the darkness of fire,

Lies my heart’s true desire.

To watch the flames grow,

As my court is overthrown.

I become unaware,

Of the house that lay abandoned there.

Against my heart’s content,

Away the fire went.

Away went the flames.

Away went the blame.

Away went my heart,

That is still filled with shame.

I do not blame the flame,

For to burn is all it knows.

Other than to be put out,

By my soft, sweet blows.

So I blow, and I blow,

And push the flame away.

To fear the flame coming back,

And destroying another day.

Some nights when I sleep,

I can hear the flame weep.

So then i sing along,

To the flame’s weeping song.

I see the flame,

And know it holds no shame,

Of what it did to me there

In the house that lay bare.

Behind those walls,

The shadow of the flame does not fall.