I played with fire as a youth
held its flame in the palm of my plump hand
wanting to feel something, anything, besides the burn of not belonging
I kept a clear red lighter in my pocket, lit the love letters from myself to myself
bathed in the ashes and stared at my soot covered dreams lying on the floor
There came a time when the fire took the form of a torch
and I carried it proud, cremating the Icarus that once lived within me
incinerating the doubts and self destructive habits
enlightened and invigorated, I burn brighter than ever
Now, I light your candle with the very flame
that once almost consumed me
I watch you flicker in the wind, watch you grow in the still
feel the warmth of your energy, see you glow in the night
like a precious tear rising from the eye of a candle, your flame burns beautifully
and I cant help but love it
and I cant help but love you
life has so much to teach you, this fire you’ll have to learn how to tame
just shine on, dear son, shine on
and you will see the way.
