Sea Horse Andirons
The fire grows, and the wood burns,
More and more. While the sea horses move
Through the burning surface, with calm pace,
As if they were floating.
Two sea horses, andirons sea horses,
In a sea of fire, moving from side
To side. The burning red around them
Does not burn them, it makes them brighter.
Golden sea horse andirons, glow in the
Fire light, as my hands move them. But they
Move at their own pace, showing my hands
How to navigate the fire.
Two golden sea horses, hold the fire
Together, and their shadows on the walls
Blink on and off, dancing with the light. If only
The sea horses could perpetuate the night.
When the fire ends, they’ll still be there,
But with less light, and perhaps less life.
If only they could make the fire last,
If only they could perpetuate the night.