When We Were On Fire

We are not the burning bush

That Moses knew

In the ancient days

When Love split the seas

 

We are not the sun

That radiates true

Infinite and glorious

In all its blinding beauty

 

But like the sun

We are a dying star

Living in the ashes

Of what we once were

 

And, oh, how we were

Inescapably dazzling

Blazing with brilliance

And raw unadulterated heat

 

I can’t put my finger on

The exact moment

Of our disintegration

But what in fact

Is forever burned 

In my memory is

The abandoning cold

The numbing chill

Of our love’s slow death

That dim glow, of love’s final breath