Rise Poem by Robert Mutsaers

I set fire to reason,
for thoughts of opportunity,
to cast and mold more continuity.

I let it fall, my heart...
A rise above the sunset,
to where the forgiver rains,
with love and transition's beget.
On the plains of one's absolving start...

I set fire to my image,
for colors and respectability,
so fast and cold bore livability.

I let it rise, my part...
It falls beyond the regret,
to where the tenderer gains,
with life and audition's fret,
On the stains of one's maturing depart...