Cold Fire

Cold fire I
walk through you
rejuvenating flame alive
and cool the
yellow bathes my hand
my living skin, my
body doused in it -
pale fire living
burning in a ring
of sustenance
oh cave of silent wonder
and the stone, I
cross the narrow
arcing bridge and
come  to where you are
flame cool flame
red heart and
living pain but
soundless and
alone the fire burns
ever in and down
the eternal ring
and crown.
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