Despite the destruction the flames still leap
Nothing more to burn, no more lives to reap.
The tears that course down reddened cheeks
Will, no doubt, flow for countless weeks.
The beauty is missed by all who stare
The splendour of the orangey flare.
The crackle and spit as the wood ignites
The sparks flying up to dizzying heights.
My mind it leaps with each bright flash
It sings with joy at the fall of ash.
How can they watch and yet not perceive
The euphoric dance of flames that weave?
My eyes do sting and my heart does pound
The roar in my ears the only sound
As all around is swiftly drenched
My exquisite friend is slowly quenched.
Until next time my lovely one
I promise that the time will come.
You will, once more, soar to the sky
And listen to the children cry.
And this for a different competition – Theme, Fire