Oh don't we all
love the fire?

Tell me why, oh, why is it so?

We love to watch its hypnotic dance.
Like it,
our faces aglow.

We shine when in it's presence.
It's warmth can blanket our souls.

Swaying as we slow dance
with it's flickers, swirls and rolls.

Bringing a smile, without a thought …
A gift we can't turn away.

A giant orb of it lives in our sky,
ever turning the night into day.

Oh, don't we all love the fire?
It's destruction we refuse to remember.

We long the specter of those brilliant flames
and quickly forget of the embers.

We didn't arise from the fire's flames …
I'm told we arose from the sea.

A yin …

A yang …

A love affair …
The fire, you and me.

All of us have felt it's pain
and we have seen it burn terrible holes.

Mysterious … Wondrous …
We love the fire …
As long as it's in our control!