The fire tickles upon
the broken night.
Sparks soar through the air
with evanescent curiosity.
Flames cackle in your ear
with an uneasy serenity.
But the grass soothes your fears
with its molding your back.
— Your mind lies tranquil
Dismissing almost all. —
Close your eyes, loving the heat
through its desperate attempts
to repair the sky.
Wax Poetic 