The River of Time, Part II

I’ll leave a day before I have to

And will seem cold or even mean

When I hold out to you my hand to

Say good-bye; this time I will mean it;

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From the museum you built around me

I cannot help but want to run:

I was born human, not an idol,

Frozen in place, forever young;

/

I will walk quicker than I need to,

I will go farther than I must,

And on the banks of a misty river

I’ll make of twigs a bony hut;

/

If on a dark night dies my bonfire,

My heart will set my flesh alight,

And smoke and fog will dance together,

And wood and bone will turn to dust;

/

You, who was once me, and who tried to

Protect from flames that born to burn,

To put on a pedestal a human, to keep

From leaving what was gone,

/

Don’t be afraid to live the moment

Of you and I becoming one

On the banks of a misty river

Under the early morning sun

The City of Fire

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Take me home,

To my city of fire,

By the river that runs

To the sound of my breath

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For my throne,

The red funeral pyre,

For too long

I have left empty;

/

And my children

Have grown into demons,

Spilling blood

At the altars of lies,

/

And my house’s been

Infested with shadows,

And my gold crown

Has lost its wild shine;

/

Let me dance

In the heart of my city,

Where I’ll fight one more battle

With fear

/

And when at my feet

It falls, defeated,

I will once again

Roam free

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;

/

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…

/

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;

/

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