Born inside me is
\nThe very line that dances towards the end
\nTime is fire and fire dear
\nIs what moves me to and from the sin<\/p>\n
Lively life it is
\nWhen time is blindness
\nOur eyes may yet forgive
\nBut when the wax again dries thick
\nWe feel quite empty looking in<\/p>\n
Dance into the night
\nNothing new is safe within that fiery life
\nDeath is calm and death is clean
\nIt leaves no messes left to dream<\/p>\n
The quiet in my heart
\nOnly whispers within the absence of the dark
\nCandles however bright lack shine
\nSharing air under daylight<\/p>\n
The wax it melts away
\nPooling slowly down upon a tray
\nI promise you, throughout my stay
\nIt waited patient for me every day<\/p>\n
But death is not unkind
\nLife is pain as well the origin of strife
\nFlicker on across the night
\nStruggle gives death the best of life<\/p>\n
Should you burn so, do it bright
\nDon\u2019t lose your scent trying to decide
\nThe world around us melts away
\nOur souls are all that\u2019s left behind<\/p>\n
Only space is without weight
\nThough the fire seems so light<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
James Friedman Born inside me is The very line that dances towards the end Time is fire and fire dear Is what moves me to and from the sin Lively life it is When time is blindness Our eyes may yet forgive But when the wax again dries thick We feel quite empty looking in… <\/p>\n