Pray For Fire

The moon is just a frost on the window of the sky
kiss me with clouds, cover me in sun-warmed sheet.
You are lightning on a clear night
a ripple on the surface of a still water.

Share this name with me.
See the sail fall down,
kiss down the rain, catch the wind
as it falls to the ground. I am yours.

No more paper dream, no more hollow words.
This door is made of glass, but we will never
break it down.

These windows say nothing about the world outside
under the surface of this ocean prayer.
The grace of doves
on the wind. A subtle song. A sad request
Sing for me, again.

My longing moves within me, a whale
on the end of a tethered harpoon.
So swim in the depths, slow-
motion, dream-speed, suspended
in the silence where all fish sleep.

And if the dark mountain bleeds orange fire
rages rainbows into rain, we will not fear.

A circle of prayer for break of winter. The bridges
that we left behind
they won't burn
they will not fall.

Hold my hands to your lips
Place your hand on my heart
We will build again
We will pray for fire.

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6/5/89