Dancing in the Pyre
The sun scorches everything
It breathes on, it breathes in,
Lingering ashes wafting in the air,
Yet I cannot find my sun-seared heart,
Unearth the ash piles where
Remnants of unresolved anger lie,
My suicide of thought and emotion,
Transformed into a figurative thing,
So I quenched my thirst on a star
And dined in the heavens,
In love without conviction or reason,
I sang heartfelt lullabies,
Who taught me how to dream,
The distant sun, the desired sun,
Forevermore I have found you,
I am uncritical and foolish,
So swaddle my smoked heart
Lest I forget my purpose,
Dancing in the pyre
I move in, I move on.
(March 29,2007)
poem by Evon Christian
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