Maybe it’s the darkness that embraces me from behind

Maybe it’s the warmth before me that’s so bright I could go blind

It’s a curious flame, a spark that ignites wonder

As I hold my own light at hand, I ponder

The fire one, the lantern another

Both embraced by roots, yet compared to the other

One burns at the first touch, the other encased

One’s darkness and embrace of nature, the other a creature post haste

One a burning desire, the other an idea

It may be strange to think, under a star-filled sky

It may be an odd comparison, curious thoughts in my mind going by

But the light is strong and long lasting

A wondering mind has no trouble casting

The will of the flame I hold in my hand

The will of the fire placed on land

The questions stop as I stare at them and lay down on the warmth of the sand