Tuesday, August 7, 2012


Fires on the open page
Of books galore,
Of thoughts ablaze.
Burning words throughout the age
That cast the land in eerie light.

By embers lit such stories live
In eyes of mind,
On lips of red.
The life of words to freely give
And shape of dreams for poorer men.

Power of the flame divides
To snare or free
Who lives or dies.
Words upon the night winds ride,
Calling all who play the fiend.

Such sirens we, who light the fire
To draw them in
With raw desire
For lie and truth, the latter higher
Upon the pyre’s gaudy hearth.

Enchanted threads of word and rhyme
Casting fingers,
Long and reaching,
Deconstructing what confines
Our minds to dark and wordless dawn.

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