Arsonist

    
So carefully she works    
A frown of concentration covering the sky
    
Layering the kindling just so    
Sticks then logs stacked with utmost care    
A pyre to warm her hands in a frozen world
    
A flint emerges and is struck with razor sharp wit    
A small, shy smile as the kindling begins to glow    
Oh so gently does she breath this fire to life
    
Coaxing, willing, pleading that the spark to hold    
A grin of pure mirth as the kindling bursts into flame    
A laugh of elation as the fire blazes  
   
A fire built from the kindling of my life    
I am consumed by flame    
A furnace of heat purifying my soul  
   
Burnt to ash I rise as a phoenix and laugh at my life that was    
My laughter echoed by the arsonist of my soul