Touched With Fire Page #8

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the fading ashes of our flesh

to burn our love into eternity,

through our baby.

That eternal flame

that could blaze brighter

than our manic one ever could

on its brightest mania days,

"but that would also sustain. "

- I'm really, really proud of you.

- Thanks.

Maybe you'll stop by later?

Hi.

Hey.

- I thought that went really well.

- Yeah.

- Was a really good idea.

- Yeah.

So how've you been?

Okay. How about you?

Good.

Yeah, really good.

Is that him?

Yeah.

He looks like a solid guy.

He is.

Well, I should go.

Hey, Marco.

It's so good to see you.

You, too.

There was a time long ago

when tides would rise

and winds would blow

when the stars pulsed spirals

of fire across the sky

and all the lunatics saw,

and all the lunatics knew

that the two eyes of God

had aligned in the sky

to give us a glimpse

into the divine.

And though the sane may deny

we gazed through God's eyes

and claim it was

just some misfiring synapses

flashing through

a crack in our minds

we all knew it was true

we all knew we shared a view

into something

just too beautiful to prove

and they can't take that away

from me and you.

Even when the seasons change,

summer exceeds its stay,

the sun creeps away

and fall shadows

grab hold of your brain

and you can feel your will

within each withering leaf

clinging to the trees

of the entire forest

surrounding you slipping

as they fall down on you

and then when Winter rolls around,

your soul retreats

deep beneath the frozen ground

and it's calling your body down

and it feels like your ashes

are fighting gravity

even then, Spring will come again

and invite you to rise too high

and it's up for you to decide

if you'll repeat those seasonal tides

that will lay waste to your lives.

But if you choose to live

you may look out at the sky

and reminisce about those times

when the Sun and the Moon

would align

and each would find its other eye

so that God could cry

about what was lost and why.

But I tell you not to miss those times

for the Sun still shines

and the Moon will still rise

and with just enough light

from the far off shine

of the sun across the sky

it will keep that divine sight

forever alive in your eyes

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