fire birds

a dreary glare

through our mystic spaces 

between us

a broken wishbone

an amulet 

to lure all love 

a nightly tale

of things forgotten

that whistles, like quivering leaves

and burns

like desert sands

poignant provender

of an idea of sacrifice

that opened our

oak doors, 

a nameless resent

to which they trade 

all secret passages 

that brought us

into this one single place

- where we bend

to see some

fire birds.