Fire - Part III

By M. Jay Mansfield

Many talk of holding fire...
that never hold the flame...
in cans and candles, safe...
how can you know the joy...
never knowing pain...

Sweet sensations course thru me now...
as the skin begins to boil...
a second less and all is loss...
a second more destroys...

Many choose but forget the path...
What rainy days they seek...
The True dance, in rains of fire...
No matter where they roam...
The Fire is their home...

Who may talk of glories past...
That have never felt the sting...
They’ve never held the fire...
They just controlled the flame...

Who may talk of joy...
While living in the rain...
Dance, I dance, flickering knives...
Stabbing deep into my brain...
Tendrils burn and release...
Sacred energy within...

Who may say they know the truth...
that never held the fire?...
Not a trickster free from strife...
not one that teased the flame...
not one that tries to hold its life...
not one who never feels the bite...
not one who doesn’t know the pain...
Who may say they know the fire?...
Who may say they know his name?...
Who is willing to feel the heat?...
Willing to feel his pain?...

Who wants to know the truth?...
Dance with me a little while...
Tell me now does it hurt?...
Is that God or Satan's smile??...
Dance with me a little while...

© 1-24-02 MJMansfield