To burn in a hot a glowing deep-in within
Embers in ash blows a breath to rise again
A red so gentle in the center-incandescent-
White heat from the inside--wildness bent-
A light you push from the rumbles--ignite-
Rubbing words together in a dead of night
You generate as you create a flame in a fire
It aches then it fades a wisping lonely pyre
Something in us is still alive--it reaches out
That feeling on a battlefield-glory in a rout-
A little too bright to hold flickers, smolders
I passed a deep in a down--love holds hers.
Apr 2
Apr 2, 2026 at 8:48 AM UTC
To burn in a hot a glowing deep-in within
Embers in ash blows a breath to rise again
A red so gentle in the center-incandescent-
White heat from the inside--wildness bent-
A light you push from the rumbles--ignite-
Rubbing words together in a dead of night
You generate as you create a flame in a fire
It aches then it fades a wisping lonely pyre
Something in us is still alive--it reaches out
That feeling on a battlefield-glory in a rout-
A little too bright to hold flickers, smolders
I passed a deep in a down--love holds hers.
There are some things in life that are too bright, too hot, too much on fire to hold, and in that eerie incandescence, as you feel the heat rising and breathe the smoke swirling in the wind and hear a mighty rustling, crackling, popping, just let the flame be a burning deep within.
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