The Fire’s Love

To S. J

Blank limestone falls across our faces.
Like a bird the fire wallows beneath it.

The fire wallows in a cage of time.
Black seed sprouts in the midnight sun.

The fire steals from itself eternal fire
to offer its love upon a dagger.

Burn, midnight sun, do not stop burning.
Prometheus comes, alone and wounded.

Like a dark bird of prey, like hungry soil,
he seizes the fire, is burned and falls.

The song like fool’s gold melted away.
The road to man is longer than life.

The fire steals from itself eternal fire
to offer its love upon a dagger.

Silent, silent, be silent in the young firwood.
Fire and furnace. Fire and furnace.