Cleansing of fire

 
The air fed flicker of fire
The torched consumption of history
Summons the living shadows
To rise from the written cycle of rings
The cascading of antiquity
From the unfurling of grain
The past scenes of life
Caught in their tomb are freed once more
To live again
Their nature, their nurture
Their mortal coil overthrown
Lapses in the catalyst of their transformations crown
Irradiating the cold in its gift of captivating warmth
It’s presence radiates the space
In a veil of living amber grace
It writhes to the creation of it's vapours, it's energy
The birth of embers and their fall off ash
The seeming of its presence
chases the touch and its meaning
Shielded eyes close to the sight of seeing
An ethereal dance of a translucent mirage
The imparted refinement binds minds transfixed
The barrage of hypnotic echoes
Their imagery dominates the senses
All that has gone before
The past, the present, the future folds upon itself
Compounding the passage of time and it’s dreams
Into the fingers of what it means
Giving life to streams welling from the seams
Bringing the remnant of being to the fore
I am exposed before, the cleansing of fire once more
To witness from the residue of cinders and ash
The rise of existence from the creation of night
And the shadows through which we fight.