Earth & Fire

Through the rising flames of my priest pyre burning:

I watched the dance
Intricate and magical.
At first I thought her gypsy,
As pagan as I am lost.
But now I know not.

Father said, "Son, you better roll them dice. You better play them cards. I will not be around forever boy. The worst you can do is bust out and we all bust out in the end. Take that chance boy, before the Earth takes you."

I burn as I watch. The heat a haze,
The dance a maze, In my mind.
Blackening of my bones.
Still I watch as she dances.
As I burn.

Arms upraised, heading nodding in rhythm to my screams, in step her feet tap rhyme.

The sand beneath us turns.
The sand beneath us burns.
And soon all is glass.

Father said, "Time is not your friend my boy. Look at me son and you will know it to be true. Let it all ride. You can't take it with you, don't even try. Let it ride. Take the chance my boy before the Earth takes you."

They don't give last rights to a heretic's soul.
The wind will take up my ashes.
But they cannot stop me from watching the dance.
Angel is she, not fallen like me.
Fire the essence of her divinity.
Now I know.

Forever is not counted in measuring out one more tomorrow.

Father said, "Son, where you came from is not where you are going. You better call that coin boy before it hits the ground. I am not gonna live forever. That is what I have you for. Take the chance my boy, before the Earth takes me."