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 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

I Promise, Part III

I won’t return

Ever;

These are the very last words you will hear

From me;

I’m sorry

That they took so long to say;

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Don’t fear

That I

Will one day break into your life,

Followed by

My friends –

Cold ghosts and ruthless hurricanes;

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Let’s call today ‘forever’,

So you don’t have to wait for me

Another

Moment,

And I don’t have to look back

Once I’ve left;

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You know, I am

Freedom,

I’m not something to wait for

But something

To chase,

And you could never step away from home;

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Thank you for keeping

Your promise,

For saving in my heart a little something

Human,

I promise, while it lives,

I’ll call it by your name;

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Forgive

My cruelty;

Forget each time I died, and yet came back

To you,

Looking each time

More like Death herself;

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I won’t return

Ever;

This really is the last time

That our fingers and heartbeats

Intertwine

Before my wings must carry me

/

Forever

To the sky;

I Promise, Part I: https://sixthsymph.com/2012/06/27/i-promise/

I Promise, Part II: https://sixthsymph.com/2013/05/26/i-promise-part-ii/

At the Harbor

I sail away;

There isn’t an anchor

To keep in place

This that no longer has one;

No harbor can contain

The ship, that’s turned

Into the storm, by which

It was all but devoured;

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I take with me my ghosts

To sing me lullabies

When I cross the horizon

Into the night;

And I take with me my cargo

Of memories,

Which will not slow me now

With their heaviness;

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I leave for you to play with

Three souvenirs:

My shape, my voice and the name,

By which you knew me;

Maybe, in my stead

You’ll love them unsuspectingly

Or curse them, perhaps, when you sense

That there is something missing;

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Mine is a cruel joke,

Isn’t it?

Mine is a heartless test

Of your heart;

I do not ask you to forgive

But to laugh with me;

To pass or fail,

But to do so honestly;

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Trust that

For you I wait

At the horizon

Eternally

To Hold

I know, you will not recognize me

For it was ages ago

That for a day we said good-bye, and

For a lifetime each other lost;

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I wear my age upon my face now

And hunch under the weight of time,

But you are just as I recall:

As beautiful as spring in prime;

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My dreams like autumn leaves have fallen

Upon cold ground for all to tread,

While yours, it seems to me, have blossomed

Like flowers in a fresh bouquet;

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How you have lived I want to ask you

As in my hand I hold your hand,

And at this moment – turn back time, and

Stay by your side, which I once abandoned;

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Then, today would we walk together,

Laughing at our private jokes?

Would my world, you, be small but happy?

Would I for you be a good home?

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In vain I wonder, for my choices

I made a lifetime ago,

When for a day I said good-bye, and

Lost my beacon in an array of storms;

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They left me crazy and disfigured,

They tore my flesh and broke my heart;

I cannot even recognize me

When, swiftly as they come, the hurricanes are gone;

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You walk on by, and I’ll keep walking –

Must be, into another storm;

I wish you love, and light, and joy, and

In the lifetime to come

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I wish to ask you how you lived and

In my hand yours again to hold