Dear Furnace

Oh furnace, our dearest flame, blaze oh furnace, blaze.

It came to me, a silent sparkle, speaking silence. I

wailed for those who hadn’t crossed a bridge, ever

our tear. A youngster morphed into adulthood,

sipping Champaign, musing a russet star. It blazed

through a galaxy, oh night it has blazed. I watched

it deep an interior, merging flames, ever to explode.

Such breathless passion, our tender rose, petals fallin’

in despair. I swept a petal, to outsoar death, casting

love to a butterfly. It weaved to wave waxing brilliance.

Oh furnace, our dearest flame, blaze oh furnace, blaze.

It beckoned life, an inner key, as winsome as silence;

for silence cried, an unheard echo, piercing spirit. I

whispered a rising chant, fraught with speculation. Oh

burning furnace, give not a pledge, live not a death;

for our furnace must breathe: breathe furnace, breathe.