Prometheus Regrets The Fire

Published July 3, 2014 by rlmcdermott

Fire comes
on a cold
winter night;
it enters
without
knocking.

What is
burning
here are
sleeping
children–

Is this ash
my child–
the one
I never
held but
dreamed?

Because
I could
not love
I loved
too much–

all things
are dreams
for dreamers.Prometheus Regrets The Fire

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