I sometimes wonder if the fire is kin to what I am within
Is skin to what I am within – when darkness lures
A hiss of icy night and eyes too tired to find delight
The swishing of the white tail, paws on icy grass
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The tiny crunch – dark whisper, pulls me there
The velvet black surrounds – foolish!
My skin protests the frozen kiss
With breathing centred in the crackling heartfire’s hiss
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I cling, my life this warmth… I, Eye – against
The icy tip of calling blade that taunts from glittering sky
Its hand so far away, yet present like a god; not yet!
His thin-lipped smile, my heart a stream of icy, chanted breath
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The distant eyes so bright in deepest black
Perhaps… not yet? they feint with deeper cold
I parry – breathing in, retreating – and blood-red heat renews me
The icy point withdraws to star. She-dog finds the closing door
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Frozen out-there glitters on…
Behind us, warm and crackling, the embers of the last log linger
Within reflecting glass we salute implacable fire
And, turning, copy both their smiles.
I sometimes wonder if the fire is kin to what I am within
©Stephen Tanham 2020
Stephen Tanham is a Director of the Silent Eye School of Consciousness, a not-for-profit teaching school of modern mysticism that helps people find a personal path to a deeper place within their internal and external lives.
The Silent Eye provides home-based, practical courses which are low-cost and personally supervised. The course materials and corresponding supervision are provided month by month without further commitment.
Steve’s personal blog, Sun in Gemini, is at stevetanham.wordpress.com.
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