Lost in the fire

That warms the soul

That cooks the bread

Calling all that see it to gather round

To gaze into its heart as if the answer will be there. 

Somehow written in the embers 

Idly stirred with poker or stick

Dancing fire birds sent to the sky

Crazily reaching for the stars to become one, but burning out fall back to hearth of birth 

 

Lost in the fire, thoughts of old 

Primeval, deep in the pit.

White heat searing those that venture too close , 

Keep distant , 

The fire , man’s saviour , man’s downfall

Misused , abused , fire a giver, fire a taker,

We dance around the fire soak up it’s warmth soak up its pleasure ,

Feast on its magic of transformation 

 

But fire is the downfall , the destroyer, to which we all succumb .