Forest Fire -

Speechless in the pale

You rest your head, I wait

Night and day wash together

The ebbing of a narrow strait

Cold behind the veil

You offer warmth, I turn

Push and pull on consolation

The slow and patient gentle burn

Bed of needles, leaves of absence

Shadows cover petty crimes

Sins of people’s heated actions

Push it to the line

Desperate in the damp

I drag, you run ahead

Tug of war and muddy concord

The blurring of a broken path to tread

Leaking from the dam

Half-heartedly, we patch

Drenched in what we should have been regretting

Our friction to ignite the final match

Kindling brush to forest fire

Melting off the misty rime

What is now all thorns and brier

Will be cleared with time