Starfire Poem by S.W. Clark

The star fire does rest
inside the lower of the chest
burning deep, a calm- sleep
Dream **********************

Surrounded by a hazy world, familiar yet never seen
Friends around with whom you never before been.
Emotions let loose; others feeling with meaning
They love you though never knew you
Others grasping your fears, eschew you
Treasures to own, companions to hold
Lands to roam, adventures untold.
This place, the wishers well or Dante's Hell
Where the weak ones sin, and the unrepented hasten.
Does the tempter grin? Are Angels crying?
God sighing? ******************
The story is over awake, roll over.
The burning is past
if only
it would last.