Advent Day Eight
Song for Apollo
Blaze away, not
For glory’s sake
For love of god - Blaze
Consumed, transformed
The heat of it
Crackles skin and melts
Hearts - Eyes run with
Tears, scalding, blind
The light, bright
Silhouettes upon a black
Curtain; blaze away
Breath, and flame
Deep rooted,
For the love of it,
And the veil falls
Aside - Shadows dance
No more - Light-blind
There is nothing left to do
But drown in
Blazing
Glory
In the darkness, the
Flame
Screams
And the heart
Sings
This is
A metaphor, this bright
And brittle thing, these
Hollow words, and
The choking breath of
Heat and flame and
These things, these
Transient things, for
God’s sake
Breathe