Fire of Life

Consuming fire of life divine,
how is that you find your way to me . . . ?
Let me go, just set me free.
Oh, canít you see
I need to fly more freely,
than youíve ever done before.

Here I am, yet where am I?
Mere particle of sand
upon an endless beach -
or less, a drop of water drifting
in an endless ocean of beliefs
that never dared to touch or utter
life into the depth of truth at all.

I rise, I fall, I float, I swim -
yet still I wander back to the beginning -
wondering upon a path
that seeks for no return,
to choose instead a life
that lies beyond all reprimands.

Re-fueling the fires of desire,
burning endlessly into another form,
transcending time and space and place
just as the ecstasy of fate is born again,
re-writing every tale told
within the golden flames so bold
that taunt and tease us
deep into this night of evermore . . .

? Michaelette ?

3/7/2001
Copyright© 2001 Michaelette L. Romano
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