My heart yearns for that which burns me up inside.
The warmth of such fires draw me to there strange pull.
For I am the earth waiting to be scorched and forever changed by its presence.
Knowing A New life is given shape from the ashes,
as if springing upwards to express its defiance.
I am a wick carrying the fires light onward into the unforeseen.
Perpetually in motion until my vessel can no longer withstand its exertion.