Loves Fire
Reaching out from swirling bliss
Loves fire in the whorl of night
far off in that immense abyss
to floating islands faerie light
voices calling each to each
murmer transitions shifting lines
twisting runes by Vulcan speech
Graved in iron chased with light
From Sols heart to Orions reach
glint spears and pikes a starry host
mustered beneath the rising arch
before the banshee calls the ghost
They sing you see an endless march
love harmonizing in the dark
Copyright 07/19/87 Unpublished Works William M. Shannon