Brushfire

An ember, dim and dying, left to play with the wind becomes a brushfire, threatening and sinister

Fire is inevitable for lives lived on edges

It is terrifying and malignant

Fire!!

Water?!

There's never enough water

First comes the pain, losing, and longing

This goes on, as if there were no end

Writhing and struggling

but there's never enough water

Then all is lost

Ashes and broken spirits are all that remain

For there will never be enough water

There will always be a hiding ember, dim as it could ever be, trying his luck with the wind

and there will never be enough water

and all will be lost

Rebirth

Like a phoenix revived from ashes, bathed in a blazing splendor

Here comes flight and possibility

and we kiss the sky and dance with clouds

And all that was lost returns vivified

Fire is a terrifying force

It is beautiful

It is poetic.