I feed the fire photographs Two figures resting in the green You lean toward another path The scent of earth no longer keen Paper curls, the moment parts Memory loosens into dark Resentments rise in violent bloom Rage migrates from spark to spark Fear is the fuel that seals the room Pain gives the fire its needed dark Ticket stubs from velvet nights A balcony of hollow sound I burn what once rehearsed delight No echo lifts me from the ground Joy thinned out, lost its tone Warmth remains, but joy is gone A silver wave on fragile glass A promise barely learned to stay No cry, no breath was ever cast Still, something living slipped away I give the image to the flame My body keeps the empty frame Resentments rise in violent bloom Rage migrates from spark to spark Fear is the fuel that seals the room Pain gives the fire its needed dark No relics left for flame or coal No names still aching to be said I offer silence, whole and whole And let it warm what sorrow shed The grate lies bare, the night is thin I choose, still trembling, to begin Resentments rise in violent bloom Rage migrates from spark to spark Fear is the fuel that seals the room Pain gives the fire its needed dark
