Passion

I stand before a bonfire burning bright;

I saw it, from afar, atop the hill.

It led my weary footsteps through the night

And now it drives away the deathly chill.

This fire's not where I was meant to stay;

My road lies over yonder in the gloom.

And yet I stand, entranced by dancing flame

And music, laughter, smiles, and sweet perfume.

Beyond the blaze, a memory I've cached;

Another life, another time and place.

How easily it all would turn to ash... in

Seductive self-destruction's warm embrace.

It's colder, now I've turned and walked away.

But through the dark... I see the breaking day.