As fire burns

As I look down,

I see the fire burn,

the heater going full,

and me here, who don't.

I see the fire blazing,

like a spirit going out,

in a wonderful hot "charm".

Damned I if I'll not be,

like this fire now is,

full of its own force.

I care to feel ok,

when good is not over ok,

but over bad.

And as I watch the fire,

going by, up,

I still stay here down,

watching and dreaming,

when the only dream,

truly,

is beyond my heart,

and in me I know,

I will now strive,

to get it to be.