My thoughts of heated passion turn to you
When alighted like some wild woodland fire
Shifting the course darkness thick with ashen hue
By some sweet perfume swelling the madness of desire
As when there arises some delicate air
Woven richly with some soft, heavy haze
That, smiling, leads the submissive mind there
To the temple of your fire’s sacred blaze.
And when no more rests but ash and ember
And love has exhausted this humble pyre,
This alone shall be left to remember
When this roaring bonfire does expire:
That perfume of love’s incense to rise
To fill and spread across the starry skies.
July 28, 2005