The Night Fires

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 must recall that I have said my prayers,

And they were pleas for a path to bravery and wisdom;

I see it clearly now, and I see where it leads and stops;

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I took one step, so I will take another,

Walk all the way from light and into 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 pain;

Closing my eyes I feel I am, a ghost in ashes, dancing,

Completely present in the flame, and yet forever gone

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