~*~
the flames that engulfed my heart that night
were the same that burned the ancient tree to ash
releasing the seeds that re-birthed the forest
there is magic in your countenance
archaic and enchanting
and in your voice,
sustenance
enough to feed the souls of nations
patience
grace and majesty
like the billowing blaze
dancing and consuming
destroying and creating
transforming
all that your golden tendrils embrace
and i long to breathe my life into that place
deep within where the fire burns hot
and bright
and ignite
the eternal sun
~*~
