Written With Fire

 

It has long been my desire

To forsake the pen and write with fire

 

Let my words glow red on the page

And burn the hand that touches them

Let them blast like fireballs into the eyes and ears they encounter

Let them brand the brain and long remain, smoldering

Let them throb like coals in the souls of their audience

And in their turn let them do more than burn

Let them cauterise the wound left open

 

Let them entrance as flames that dance

And bring light by their burning

Let them ignite whatever they might

As sparks flung into kindling

If nothing else

Let them keep me warm

 

 

It has long been my desire

To forsake the pen and write with fire

 

Let my words glow red on the page

And burn the hand that touches them

Let them blast like fireballs into the eyes and ears they encounter

Let them brand the brain and long remain, smoldering

Let them throb like coals in the souls of their audience

And in their turn let them do more than burn

Let them cauterise the wound left open

 

Let them entrance as flames that dance

And bring light by their burning

Let them ignite whatever they might

As sparks flung into kindling

If nothing else

Let them keep me warm