Nest Of Flames Poem by MacGregor Tagliaferro

To burn always this hard,
to maintain this ecstasy:

Neither livin' nor dead
Knowin' nothin'
Lookin' into the heart of light
Hearin' the silence

Then, found at last
That which had been searched for
For timeless years
A touch and a feelin'

To know what it is
To burn so hard
To maintain an ecstasy
To never be without

But in that beginnin'
Was an inevitable end
The openin' of a wound
The return of silence

My heart chafes against the want of you
The unavailin' outcries
The old bitterness
The emptiness

To burn this hard;
there is no ecstasy
just this nightmare,
just this nest of flames