Playing with the Fire
by Steven Craig
What language does the heart now speak...
what room would it fill,
what face would be its true face,
what words would such a heart now know...
Fading fires that took the night
Feed the soul darkly without a fight
Drank the future from her soul
And bleed her to death unheeded
In the ferns deep forest will arise
A new stem and leaf
Some say it will be life anew
Some say, it will only be me.
All toils are ended with the wind
All oceans wait for the sun to set
All of gods works fade to gray
And you will stand there still and pray
As all the rain drops gather again
Not in clouds but in pools along the rim
There is for a moment more what we said we were
Laughing children playing with the fire once more
Now, we see the heart as it is,
And know of that room where the door lead in
The face in the mirror is ours we see
And the heart is known as the love we gave.