Fire, Fire

Candles burn
Their flames flickering
Unattended, the candles are
By a window
The open sheet of glass
And tip, tip, tip
They fall over
Their flames still pointing up
Licking flames at the curtains
And the fire jumps
It jumps, jumps, jumps
Until it feeds
Fueled by the need to burn
It doesn’t want to drown
But it’s still growing
It grows big, big, bigger
Until the room is too small
Until it can feed no more.

Written May 9 2006.