Stephen Fuller *** Poetry, Essays

The Fire Wanted

Son, climb that mountain again to hear what you missed.
At the summit, close your eyes this time and feel the wind
As it swirls around your soul, a tornado screaming words
Like a lover’s voice picking up what you discarded, a fire
That always wanted you now lights up the sun in winter.

Son, 
Climb that mountain
Again.

Son,
You can’t stay here,
Broken.

Son, 
Climb that mountain
Again

And 

Again.

Deserts will retreat from the flowers that you grow.
See what you missed, that smile of a child’s dream
At the summit, close your eyes and hear his laughter,
Like a lover's voice that has found the gaps to fill. 
The fire you wanted now holds up the sun in winter.  

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