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

The Leaves of Fall

Please, don’t step down for me,

Or any other creature,

From your tall pedestal

Of wisdom,

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For, by the time that you

Would reach my lowly world,

I know, and you know, too,

That I would be long gone;

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Imagine sitting by the river

And watching

Scarlet leaves

Drift quickly past you

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In one of them,

Running from drowning,

Can you not recognize

My daily-aging face?

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Can you, from high up

On your throne of knowledge,

Not see the end

Towards which I am rushing,

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Dragged underwater and

Pushed back up by the currents,

Thinking it’s freedom to exists

In a shape-shifting cage?

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Do not step down for me,

Or any other creature,

Into this icy river

Of oblivion:

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Even if you could ever reach me,

I’d simply crumble in your hands