The Fire

on Postcard #7 - Slab City - Songs from the Dust



I dreamt I had a fire, illuminating all. it
fed on my desire and as a blazing ball it
rose into an empty sky and turned black
into blue and burned away my chain so I
could turn away from you.

I dreamt we had a fire, well-kept
throughout the night, and we and our
desire were sleeping by its side. but in
the morning it would rise, magnificent
and bright, so you and I and our disguise
dissolved into its light.

no water could quench, no waves could
devour what never was real and never
was ours. and when I awoke, afraid alone,
the fire was out. a garden had grown.