We burn towards a deeper shade
of blue.

As if the flame itself could not
contain the ice-hot vision of
this love.

Fire dances to its own mad
design.

And our every effort to be free...only
serves to feed the hunger of this
madness.

Nothing remains untouched.

We must all burn and fall away to
the ash blown winds of
uncertainty.

Only the fire stays behind.

In the center of the flame stands
the blue heart of desire.

It holds the secret of all that
ever burns.

To this...to the hidden taste
of fire -

We give ourselves completely.

To this...we burn towards
the deepest
blue.