Desire is not the hunger of
the flame as it feeds to
keep itself alive -

Nor is it the wood that falls
to feed this hunger.

It is the fire itself that burns
to know the way of heat
and the wonders of its
own dancing flames.

It is the ash that remains...smoldering
to the memory of this once great
burning.

It is the wind that stirs
the embers to life -

And to seek this burning
once more.