Author Archives: Roman

The fire has a 
suggestion to whisper.
Not too close.
The heat is a message,
a warning.
The deep seed
is change.
Watered, 
it steams.
Fueled,
it dreams.
The tongue 
licks logs
to tell them
thank you for
your woulds.
The future, 
fire says,
is always 
crawling
toward the sun,
away from
the core.