Flaming

A flicker on a snowy mountain
Approach, my friend, approach
A drop of light, not yet a fountain
Approach, my friend, approach

A fire burning far away
Approach, my friend, approach
Moonbeam's captured ray
Approach, my friend, approach

And closer though you draw,
No more you understand
The light does never awe
Nor does it reprimand

At long last, you climb the mountain
Lay down near the ever-burning flame
No, there is no freshest fountain,
Just brimstone fire here and there again

Do battle with the devil,
On the mountaintop of dreams!
Near a flame of endless revel
Bursting through its fiery seams

For eternal fires burn forever
There is no need for wood
They won't go out, no, never
And wouldn't if they could.


Commentary:

A roundabout poem about, well, no surprise, overall, I suppose: love.