
Some More Short Poems
Flames in my mind dance,
The truth; they are flaming
dance on in the night.
The sky christens my flame
Burning with the curse of man's shame;
for all our might and witless power,
who can there be but we to blame
The heart sings for pleasure
blind to all other measure,
but the soul craves that which does not speak
flame and water, the dams our souls do keep