This is one of my favorites from my favorite poem Branko Miljkovic. Sadly I couldn't find the one I was really looking for and it's a bit hard to translate. :(
Ode to the fire
I
She has no one but the Sun and me
II
She appears to a vagabond
to the witty one
to the one in love
Nothing is lost in fire
it has only been interpreted
III
At the edges of fire
objects that don't glow
nor by any other means are,
last in somebody else's time
One-bird flock
flies out of it.
Take a handful of ashes
or anything that has passed
and you'll see that it still is fire
or that it could be.