fire

twice in a lifetime
which happens in an eye blink.
you might really live.

three in the morning.
only me and you awake.
with dreams of life’s lust.

who sees the sunshine?
pouring from heaven like rain.
or mother’s tears.

thin is the night’s light.
disappearing ghostly strand.
briefest glimpse of hope.

wet are the tears
carving ruts on my old face.
stepping into rivers again.

the water is hard
before it melts into love.
naked before sun.