Embers of fire burning red and orange,
Thrust in a handful of herbs and dried leaves,
The increasing perfume smell, so strange,
And the fire rising higher than ever..
Warmth and glow surrounds the room,
Sense the smoke attack your face,
Look into my eyes, see a light in them?
The flames are dancing, full of grace..
The walls of fire are not dangerous,
If you are one with them, you'll understand,
Burn our skin, still they heal our hearts,
From cold winds and pain we'll never stand..
The embers of fire exists everywhere,
In summer they shine their true colours,
And when snow floats in our blank space,
Their twilight ends but in spring it flowers...
Mimi Fakhira
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/embers-of-fire/
