Of fire

Golden fire,
Mute silence.
The sweet starling
Continually singing.

Flare on,
Rusted quill.
Girded heart
In a tired body.


Low flame,
Closed eyes.
Thought that is leaving
If you don’t pet it.

Sluggish flame,
Thrown chair.
Separated table
By the old bed.




5th of November 2003