Firelight Now, when there is no union Of palm to palm And the last touch of mouth to mouth Melts, and is lost in shades of thought, It is the firelight, not the fire That is realised. That glow which lights the eyes and spreads Like sheen of silk through The dark passages of feeling, Heals, yet wounds, blinds Yet wakes the senses to a clearer vision New found and terrifying It comes, not from the heat but the light. So, we will smile and Those images that are reflected in our eyes I in yours, you in mine Smiling at the knowledge That binds us both, Remembering that it is the firelight Not the fire, That is realised. Cathleen Benson |