Burn Magnificent
I want to see you kicking up dust, sticking back the thorns, strolling through the forest, running the current in the river over to wherever it is you are.
And call your name into the air; and hear it whistle between the trees until something answers back: We see you too and we're here.
I want you to touch the grass; and feel the grass touch you back. Sit cross legged, bottom legged tickled by infinite hands: we'd lift you up but we're just gonna lie down instead.
And warmth of the setting sun bound itself around your shoulders for one last time, before it winked out over the mountain tops; a friend saying: "Until the next."
And a biting reminder when cold sets in; but the sudden burst of a fire roaring itself into life and drawing the wanderers in promising rest pushes back that frigid blanket.
Instead, I see you tucked into the warmth of friends surrounding you; they, like curls of flames; you, like glowing hot coals: breathing in and out, as bright as you can until you're not, but never never never losing the spirit to stay burning
And make warmth. And leave the soul covered in ash, but still pulsing and beating.
Oh, I've never seen such beauty. Like a treasure reappeared when it had been so at risk of loss. I saw you glow and in me, I'd been sparked back to life.
We're here to burn magnificent, baby!
















