I had forgotten heat,
I had forgotten flame.
Upon this table I sit
now not ever the same.
Blackened by earth it
revolves and stops not.
The hands of time they
continue to tick not stop.
For the earth I have a
grip on it so dim light
reaches me as I slip
from a stubborn plight.
Your flame ignites,
and my black it turns.
From abysmal stiff lit
by your flame I burn.
Thank you my friend
I was an un-alive thing.
But your flame ignites
a bliss in my suffering.