Tale of Flames

Your golden hair spans sky and fire,
sets the sun aflame
– the tree of oblivion,
seed, root, and husk
burning in voluble pages,
words growing from ashen folds
taking wing from sprigs in fiery sparks,
the words on fire spread across the sky;
you forgot what they say,
but yet you burn them into all you see
to recall, to remind, to burn brightly
and at night you warm the stars,
those silvery sparks,
and together you weave stories
in which the fire never dies.