The Sky Is On Fire

The sky is on fire to the west of here,
Clouds grow as evening draws near
The old man said as he stood and watched,
The familiar hues of the colour swatch,

Of the light. She said, sure where will you go?
alone in the mix in your overcoat?
Back home” he said, “to a place I forgot,
To join a world, to remember not

The love of mine, and step into the myre,
From the west of here where the sky is on fire
To this time, this ground, to play the game,
To throw the dice, to take my aim”

To pass some time within this space,
To experiment, to run the race
For love you see, for creation’s sake,
To have my turn, to make my stake

To leave one behind, to forget it all,
To take a chance, so that I could fall
into a world that looks like me,
So I could discern, so that I could see

The truth again, as I step up higher,
To the west of here, where the sky is on fire
To the love of mine where I became,
The self you see, that loves just the same

Both you and me despite our thin,
Veil of us that separates us in
“The world of things and death, but it’s not the end,
So be brave of heart, all will amend

This world of ours, as we ascend higher
To the west of here where the sky is on fire.