When we look into the fire,
Curled in the soothing embrace of sleep,
I watch as your breathing swells and falls,
marking time through unceasing night,
as we take another step through life
even while, as two, we dream.
Alive and dead, yet both dream,
I consider ourselves of fire.
One's life of and the other's mistress of life,
Though neither considered in lieu of sleep.
The breath you take will time the night,
Even as the sun rises and the moon falls.
As the time ticks on and as the night falls,
our lives must eventually hide our dreams.
With the day rising to eclipse the night,
Our room is painted in brushes of fire,
This light arouses you from the depth of sleep,
And I watch as your eyes sparkle with life.
If rest is death, then what is life?
This world of ours rhythmically rises and falls,
From life to death and out of sleep,
One world ends in shattered dream.
To turn back now would see my fire,
Ending my world in the shadow of night.
A lost celebration on a broken night,
The collapse of what I knew of life,
As everything I loved faded in fire
I wonder now even as my consciousness falls,
If what I knew was just a dream;
And if so, all I wanted was to sleep.
If everything I knew was a phantom of sleep,
Then my greatest wish was that of night,
Of which I could return to dream,
Even as I left behind my life.
The sun rises and the moon falls,
And everything retreats in the fading fire.
As sleep retreats and as starts my life,
The light of the sun rises and the shadow of the night falls.
And I smile to dream as I escape my fire.