[Your eyes are filled with wonder]

Your eyes are filled with wonder as they gaze

so deep between the colours of the flames.

Drawn by warmth, I came to see you,

which I do.  You look back at me.

          The moment passes, and we turn anywhere:

          fear reflects between our eyes,

          without words or comforts.

                  We burn.

          We can’t touch or even speak,

          afraid of the reflections;

          and when the moment’s gone, we’re lost and alone.

Do we understand each other?

Stars and earth and fire between them:

these dazzling coloured images of flames.

Should I wonder if my eyes deceive me?