by Aaron Smail
Into the room where I remain
Likened to snow on a summer’s day
I sit and watch the sun collecting dust
As the crowd forms in the street
Their shouts and cries will harm me
But my own resilience sets me free
Through the ash from the room ablaze.
I see myself in the smoke
I see myself in the flames
Trial by fire, trial by fire
An ordeal like no other.
Who desecrates this sacred chamber with
match and with paper?
Where are your faults, your charm, your
He who calls and he who answers shall see
The light that flickers in the whites of mine
The light that consumes me.
When shall I see darkness again that
I cannot sleep, I cannot rest
After dancing with the light, and I shall see
But before I do
I must tell you to look away
Look far far away into yourself
Learn to emit light and save the dark
For the dark is long and deep, the light near
I see for all who cannot I see for space; the
And the sweetness in the eyes of another