The Gift of Fire

Telré 1990 - to Jenn B.

A rhythmic beat pumping.
A dancer, now jumping.
Our soul-flame in silence doth flicker...

My love in the ashes
Of past angry clashes
The rhythm now only gets quicker.

My love or my lust?
Now helpless to Trust...
The Lady of Fire is singing.

Her mirth in our pain
Her bounty our gain:
The passionate pyre she's bringing.

The heart can but long
The pain is the song
The hope that in love it can bind.

With lips we are wed
With eyes our tears shed
Our souls tell us who we should find.

But seldom we hear
When the one is too near
Their soul's blazing gleam is too bright.

Like stares into flames
Like souls with lost names
The cinders now cover our sight.

I see now a fire
Myself with a lyre
And a dancer with flames in her eyes

Her twisting and turning
Sets my soul burning
I feel a love hard to disguise.

My visions are past
Outraged and outcast
I wish but a glimpse of her face.

Instead see the one
With hair like the sun
Her burning a passionate chase.

And sometimes I see
One who's but me
Reflected in the shimmering heat.

Her eyes meet my own
In burning love known
A sister I have yet to meet.