Pathway Of Desire Poem by Patti Masterman

My pathway of desire
Seeks the way of least resistance;
Come warm me at your fires
And answer my insistence.

The stars dropp flaming names,
Which fall upon the skies;
Their embers burning up
Until the evening dies.

An angel flew too close,
Once upon a sun;
And all his godly aims
And actions came undone.

He waits for darkness now,
Morning Star’s his name:
For the fire in his two eyes
Put the burning sun to shame.