FIRE

Last night I slept in peace
While you fought the war.
I came here to be closer to you
As I watch the dawn.

A chill breeze washes over me
But inside I'm still warm.
The clouds have made their stand
Upon the horizon,
And the sea is calm.
So the clouds are like waves that should be.

The chill rises.

The clouds have been set on fire,
And lava flows across the tips
Of these heavenly mountains,
And sunlight seeps through,
Climbs up,
Shines out of a few small spaces.

I am in that sunlight now
And no cloud can contain me.
The world is reborn.
Around me buzz small insects
And above me fly the birds,
But one bee before me lies sleeping.

Look closer.

Two bees before me lie sleeping.
Content in their unison,
They did not reawaken
At this dawn.
They cannot celebrate the day.

And the dawn was held off,
For we were late;
So I still saw it
But they did not.

Now, I am warm with painful understanding
And beautiful truth.

The clouds grow pale,
But my hair is on fire,
And my heart is burning.

Tamyka Bell
11 August, 2004


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