Between Sky & Flame

If fire could speak, its words would say,
I burn to give the night its day.
My crack and hiss, my golden breath,
are life remade through holy death.

And from above, the sky would call,
I see your dance, I bless it all.
Your smoke ascends, your embers gleam,
and wake the stars within my dream.

Between the two, my spirit stands,
with ash and awe within my hands.
I am the bridge, the voice, the thread,
where earth is born and stars are fed.

For what is lost returns the same—
as sky remembers every flame.

With Grace & Ink,
Mai