Upon a bridge between two blazing fires
I stand and watch the heavy river flow;
One fire soars like hope into the open night skies,
The other one burns low, licking life off the earth;
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I stand and know that I must pick a side;
I wish it was, but it is no longer my choice:
The fire ceremony, like the elements’ song, or the funeral pyre
The soulful prayer or the ultimate acknowledgment of loss…
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Suspended halfway over running waters,
I will remind myself I’ve said my honest prayers,
And they were pleas for a path to freedom and to courage;
I see that path now: how and where it goes…
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I took one step, so I will take another,
Walk all the way from twilight, and into the dark;
I fear, I fear it so intensely,
That on my fear I am becoming drunk;
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And with each step my heart is beating faster,
And with each breath my being overflows with dread;
Closing my eyes I turn into a flame,
With ashes dancing;
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I’m she, who dwells inside the fire,
She who shines more the more she burns
Such wonderful imagery…as is most often the case.
I am glad I can still ‘show’ you what I am thinking about through my words! Thank you for reading!
well crafted fire -water imagery
Glad you liked it, Carl! It’s from a dream I had.
You are lucky to have Erato visit in your dreams.
I’m glad she still visits – and grateful that you do, too!