While darkness chills we gaze at flame
And though the burn pile heat counsels retreat
We stand hypnotic–by fire we’re claimed.
One side cold, the other hot, we meet
Then drift above the field, dreams revealed
Among cinders floating like fiery sleet.
We roam, our fervor by night concealed,
To arctic oceans, bringing warming potions
That melt by drops their icy shield.
We roam, sultry cyclonic motions,
Until the ground drinks us down
Swallowing our sweat-sated devotions.
After flames devour their fuel and die,
Shivering we linger, wondering why.