All consuming fires lie to me, pulling hearts and minds in directions yet untold.
Tremors circle out, rippling from the touch, of a quiet night breeze.
Riding the edge, holding firm, feeling the fire. Looking starward, gazing upon another child's sun, whilst mine own fades to black. Thoughts concieved, grow, evolve, cleared by flames of distant times and moments missed, Fueled by hope, drawn by divine heat of pure inspiration. Giving form to thoughts bound tight, and then that final release from the empty cold sky.