The Architecture of a Fire

Tinder dry, awaiting, not knowing why, anticipating
A spark, in the dark, but the ember remembers,
The architecture of a fire, the architecture of a fire

Near, but not close, fear, of the ghosts
To touch, would be too much, so claims the tiny flame,
The architecture of a fire, the architecture of a fire

Suddenly the air is consumed in the room
Breathlessly the fuel, like a flower, bursts into bloom

Flame, burns so high, like rockets in the sky
Until it has passed, into the ash, but the ember remembers,
The architecture of a fire, the architecture of a fire, the architecture of a fire