{ fire }

I've been looking for a fire,
someone to inspire
this wooden heart to burn.
The city lights won't lend a spark,
no matter how bright they are.
And though they burn the streets are always cold.
But last Thursday I saw a glow
shining down on that December snow,
And like a moth I was drawn towards the flame.
Lights were dancing in her windows,
flames inside giving life to shadows,
and I felt my heart begin to burn.

I've been searching for a fire
in a world consumed in winter.
The chimney bellows her name
now my heart burns with the same.

Is God the spark? Is she the flame?
Am I the ashes that remain
once her fire's taken hold?
I'm so afraid I can't provide
the fuel she needs to burn inside.
Will I bring this blaze to a glow?
She stops me and she quiets me,
says, "darling don't you see,
it's only when we're both consumed that we are one."


...Happy Valentine's Day.