The Meaning of Fire

A poem about...

Power is something drawn from a Kindled Fire

The strength of the Fire that burns within Us varies

Some burn with the brilliance of one thousand suns

And some burn with the fuel from our greatest desire

Our Flame is one thing we shall always carry

Even after we leave this world and escape to the next one

Sometimes that Fire within us dwindles and fades

And sometimes We think Our Fire will completely burn out

Those are the darkest times in our lives

But our Fire will naturally burn forever, for that is how it was made

It will never go dull, no matter how great the doubt

The Flame will burn forever if we have the drive

To extinguish the Flame is to destroy one’s very being

If life gets too rough, this may seem like a sane thing to do

But no matter what happens, that Fire must keep burning

It is only the Smoke that prevents one from properly seeing

The Smoke from a Flame that glows brighter than I or You

But those with this type of Flame will continue their yearning

Our time runs thin, our lives are ephemeral at best

One day our Flame will be passed down, and with it, so shall We

The Fire will forever burn so long as one of us remains here

Forever it burns as if this were a test

And the creation of Fire will never cease to be

And the Ashes of old Flames shall never truly disappear

For the end is never truly the end, it is simply a new beginning, a new start

From the memories of the new Flames, the old ones shall never depart

-Marcelles D. Raynes, May 28th, 2015