Embers

The words caught fire upon the page,

old things once new with each new age.

I read them with a burning tongue,

read with the passion of the young.

A gift when it heats one's heart for years,

crackling just so everyone hears,

and doesn't die, a lovely fire

- those burning embers of desire -

for love or truth or great, good things;

for beauty fleeting as angel's wings.

Such sparks that catch across a room

and dance no matter what the gloom.

Bursting forth with life so fierce,

rushing forward as to pierce

anyone's heart made of such paper

strong enough to withstand the vapor

of a thousand tongues of flame

reading and burning and calling your name.