Burning Bright....Like a Fire in the Night

[changeling67]

I could start a fire
Inside this belly, burning bright
All my veins light up like wires
Lambent skin cuts through the night
While the stars dim behind me

A luminescent choir
Holds court inside my lungs
Your love my burning pyre
Your lust my mother tongue

Now I'm burning brighter
And something in the darkness starts to shine…

Burning brighter, burning bright
Like a fire in the night
Burning brighter, burning bright
Finding friends inside the light

Something has surrendered
Something's been set free
I could start a fire
Dancing, flaming, burning wild
With phosphorous desires

Now I'm burning brighter
And something in the darkness starts to shine…

Burning brighter, burning bright
Like a fire in the night
Burning brighter, burning bright
Finding friends inside the light

Comments

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[pigshitpoet.livejournal.com]

Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

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[calico-pye.livejournal.com]

William Blake :-)

On the Seashore Related Poem Content Details
BY RABINDRANATH TAGORE

On the seashore of endless worlds children meet.
The infinite sky is motionless overhead and the restless water is boisterous. On the seashore of endless worlds the children meet with shouts and dances.

They build their houses with sand, and they play with empty shells. With withered leaves they weave their boats and smilingly float them on the vast deep. Children have their play on the seashore of worlds.

They know not how to swim, they know not how to cast nets. Pearl-fishers dive for pearls, merchants sail in their ships, while children gather pebbles and scatter them again. They seek not for hidden treasures, they know not how to cast nets.

The sea surges up with laughter, and pale gleams the smile of the sea-beach. Death-dealing waves sing meaningless ballads to the children, even like a mother while rocking her baby's cradle. The sea plays with children, and pale gleams the smile of the sea-beach.

On the seashore of endless worlds children meet. Tempest roams in the pathless sky, ships are wrecked in the trackless water, death is abroad and children play. On the seashore of endless worlds is the great meeting of children.

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[pigshitpoet.livejournal.com]

boisterous, sounds like boiling water.. no idea what i would replace it with, maybe relentless or (a stretch) oceanous?
but i like the rest and i love the story it weaves, including cast-a-nets.. ships wreckless and trackless (sic mine). i thoroughly enjoyed it. thanks

it is interesting when i read a poem, i hear other words in place of the ones offered, and i am perplexed, to me that is a second level meaning by onomatopoeia or resonant rhyme in me. nevertheless, thanks for that poem!

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