Poetry Collection.

"Fire Upon Water."

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A star flickers across the sky,
a meaningless streak in a sea of silver and blue.
Like a river the universe thrashes and tumbles,
and over a cliff and into the canyons, the fleeting
reflections of diamond suns are

falling,

                                   falling,
                
                                                      falling . . .

The sun dips down behind a grand mountain.
Its peaks crumble where kings once stood,
and the faded footprints of a long-gone man are the
only windows into the past.

Fallen pines whisper songs of old
as a wind passes through them.
"Chilly, chilly, chilly,"
they say, telling of the snows.

Lilly flowers—
rich purples and radiate whites of color—
look upon the raging rivers.
Their petals, blanketed by thick furs of ice,
scream for the fire.

Doubt crept up on itself
like frost in the cold,
like hunger in the starved,
like fire upon water.

Fear found its way inside
like blood into bones,
like shadows into light,
like fire upon water.

Death found the face of its host
like a hollow hole behind veils of mist,
like weary eyes upon the night,
like fire upon water.

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(November 9, 2020.)

Would you believe me if I admitted that this poem was inspired by Bluestar from the Warrior Cats series? Oh, muse. You work in mysterious ways.