O! Fire of my Fire!

“O! Fire of my Fire!”

O! Fire of my Fire! Speak to me in the visions
Of unborn skies in unborn seasons.
Speak of roads where no man has trod.
Sing of prayers that never reach God:
Tell me of questions of an unanswered age,
kiss me as time turns (anew) an unknown page
In tales you never told—that you never knew
But that I shall sing to you.

Tonight is yours, if you only ask, as I implore,
As you walk, beacon of the distant shore.
And all my tears that fade into the sea
I will gather for lovers such as we.
Though many, many tears shall be.

I heard you whisper with thunder in the night
Surrounded by silence and moonlight.
I thought it was a dream of divinity,
Whose echoes would live beyond me to infinity.
Though I will die someday, and shall never feel again,
Ever you shall be my bliss and woe. My ecstasy, and pain.
Ah! I rejoice in the ache of your flame burning—
I relish the rapturous agony of such yearning.
Though I shall die, you shall eternal
Be the hunger of my torment infernal.
O! Speak to me silent as my sepulcher!
Feel my still heart and see you are there.
Tonight is yours, if you only would ask, as I implore
Of thou to love me less, that I may love thee more.

© 2022 Marten Hoyle