To Find a Fire - Sonnet 12

With flickering embrace, the flames will dance
To primal forces shifting fervent might
From hearth to pyre. Watch: the eyes entrance
Themselves with passion in the darkest night
From crackling tongues that lick the ashen air,
Converting wood and dreams to smoldered ash.
Some glowing embers cast a vibrant glare,
Such glowing tapestries, a whip, a lash.
Some warm the chilling void that winter brings
And cast their light beyond our mere control;
In depths of shadow, their ritual sings,
A beacon in the nights of weary souls
Who search through hurricanes to find the warmth
That guides our inner compass yonder North.