There is something
special about a fire,
that opens to a stillness,
and warms latent desire.
Inner quibbles
are instantly quelled
on this chilly night.
Casting magical spells,
in its flickering light.
Heavy earthly material,
is spun, weaved, and tossed
into a dream world of the ethereal,
as I am dizzyingly lost
in its purifying dance.
And I march to a state,
so delightfully entranced,
till I knowingly create,
and faithfully rule
as master of my fate.