I’m primed on the slab Laid out in the dark Waiting for the artisan To begin her part You’re moving like a vapor With a silver light in hand Taking back the power From this master of the land I see the wick is burning I see the glow within your eyes Preparing your ritual To take me.. by... surprise Slow, deep, and heavy Like a bell within the night I’m aching for the breaking At the coming of the light Shoulders down to center Where the steel meets the flame I’m losing every title Every ego, every name It’s a hallowed kind of forging It’s a tempering in the soul When the maker and the metal Finally become the whole I feel the hammer falling A slow and sure pace Marking every contour Of this cold and waiting place The strike of metal on metal Ringing through the bone Working down the fault lines To the places I’ve known Until you reach the center The weapon made of steel And show me just how much Of your devotion I can feel Then comes the warmth you’ve carried Held within a sacred hold Turning all my jagged edges Into liquid, pouring gold I’m gasping in the darkness I’m a weight within your reach As you find the wordless language Only fire has to teach Slow, deep, and heavy Like a bell within the night I’m aching for the breaking At the coming of the light Shoulders down to center Where the steel meets the flame I’m losing every title Every ego, every name It’s a hallowed kind of forging It’s a tempering in the soul When the maker and the metal Finally become the whole The steel is giving in… I’m yours from high to low… Your heat is all I feel.. Let the fire overflow. [Ita fiat]
