My fire gone
I sit, I wonder, Why?
What does it matter
Explanations to passing eyes
They all dance closer
When the fire licks the sky
These days I sit by charred logs
Crystallized by a torrent much too bright
Prometheus he stole fire, plucked it from on high
They say Zeus rewarded him with a vulture
Pain at sides, and although my dreams in colour
Still showed you once or twice, I fear
The thought of losing you not once or twice
But three to feeble memory, never exactly mine
You have torn the naked off the flesh
Seared a mark in spine to officially
Stake your spear and present it to natives
Saying here this pound was mine, in turn they
Ate too of me, pieces of the mind
My bones carried by stray dogs and
Buried in graves unmined, and time
Is all you left me with for peace
I beg, O Lord, please be kind, I loved with
Love that love adored until you left
Soon and saliently did you sign, adou
I cannot pursue this quest with
Solemn and unkind, for the mind
Will wander for eternal days and
The heart beats on fixed signs
Which race one moment to the next
Replacing thoughts with adoration
Like a musician and new find
At last all I wanted was to
Know Love, and love to know my kind.
Christopher Baird 2011 ©
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