Primal Poem by David Whalen

Why do bonfires make us gaze
With glassy stare
Into the blaze

Why do we peer into the pyre
As if writhing air
Had words limned in fire

Words enchanted…writ in haze
Scribed by fiery fingers
In portentous primal ways

Flames dancing to a cosmic song
That tugs one's heart
And soul along

Until the pop… and snap of ember
Brings one back
And do we remember?

Not one whit…nor tiny bit!
Of where we were
Whilst it held our spellbound
…Spirit…

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