A Fire On A Hill

It starts with a spark, a breath and a moment of still
A flicker, a glow, as the oxygen spills through a delta of spindles and stone
Kindled from nothing in a whisper of smoke

There a gift ignites; a cursive though takes flight
And there’s a dancer, twisting in between the spines
Give her the breather’s kiss, and watch her spirit lift
She’ll take over the stage, and take over the night

Learning how to make a name from the words we can’t keep in
Learning how to strike a flame, and draw fire from nothing

I don’t know where to begin, to make the words take shape
How to nurture a flame, and raise it to a blaze
That on the clearest night can be seen forever
I don’t know where to begin, or begin again

It’s not enough, because outside the night is still cold
The fog is collect’d on the sill
Feed the house to the fire to let out the light
Consumed and inspired, burned magnesium white

Let it spill from the hearth
Take the curtains, the carpet to fuel the insatiable fire inside
We’ll set fire to a hill, so intense that it will be the brightest star on this side of the sky