Burn

sunken down beneath the scene
with my pile of matchsticks
set to rapid fire
I burned for you
from a ten thousand foot view
of old sentiments and unread stories
now didnt we really know
the faint bird on the wire
goes silent
and lies flare up
like hard won tears
when we all look back
from under our tattooed eyes
slinging twisted thoughts
will we straighten out
our collars once again
smooth down a sullen brow
when night rolls in heavy by the inch
with its crisp cooling edges
will we follow where we should
and leave embers a glow
or do we ask to our heavens
a tenuous earthly favor
claiming nothing to prove
for who will hold these flames
when you feel their burn