16 December 2012
The beating pulse of the coals, that glow in the pit.
Flames that grow and reach, craving for something to burn.
Sparks at twilight dance into the dark night.
The flames spur memory of long ago/of distant days and childish woes.
And a small voice of a child.
"Daddy the fire is putting stars in the sky." He laughs.
The same, naive girl smiles and continues to stare into the mesmerizing fire.
Mesmerizing Fire • Opuss № I