On Recent Fires

On these smooth white sheets my heart cannot lie  

Quiet, and the wild geese circle and sing 

Over the dark lake without rest to fly,

As hard upon my pulse your words still ring.

How can I tell you now of the blue heat, 

Sheet lightning, old dirt roads, and desert fires,

Of whitewater, the winter’s slow retreat, 

The way the light explodes inside, then tires,

How granite walls in Challis Canyon fall 

Hard, dark, steep and bright as a man’s heart.

Let the deep river current carry all,

Sleep here tonight, two souls one breath apart. 

Come then unto me my fire-spent lover;

What wilderness might we still uncover.

Comments

[Samuel Peralta [Semaphore]]

As real as the world's landscape, is the undiscovered country of the heart... As always, your narrative and metaphors sing - and oh! in the frame of a sonnet. That makes it doubly wonderful.

[Sabo]

Hey listen, this one is really really good.