Saturday, February 11, 2012

Burnt Offerings

And then there was light
And it burned us
But a little

And then the tingle grew
And became a prick
A drop of blood

And then there was life
And feeling once again
But a little

And then the life grew
And became a note
A burst of song

And then there was a love
And it bloomed up again
But a little

So shall I let it grow?
And let it become a fire
A burnt offered soul?

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