Knowing Only that Fire is Pain

What was once a mirror
  melting between your fingers
Reflecting broken life's breath
  tossed out with the wind

Nothing but the grace
  of a fingertip
The touch is lightning
  playing down my spine

Lost in numbness
  where once there was pain
  and the stench of fractured life

Wishing for tears
  to wash the sight
  from my grave

and reach for the candlelight

Knowing only that
  fire is pain
But wishing without hope or reason
  for my tears to protect me

from the worst of the flames

Knowing Only that Fire is Pain – copyright © 1998 by keith d. jones – all rights reserved
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