I am Jack's Poetry

Earth, Fire, & Sky

	The poets sit in the forest
	Their hearts burn with desire
	As they stare out into space
	
	A brook gurgles nearby
	Fields of flowers surround them
	The world has stopped
	   at least temporarily
	   for the poets alone
	
	On the leaves they lie
	Their minds blaze
	   a pyre of thoughts
	Flames that touch the sky
	   which calls out to them
	
	The poets sit shivering
	   in the cold of loves lost
	They mourn for what might have been
	And dream of what may yet be
	
	Through the fields they run
	These poets with their hearts afire
	Forcing the birds to flee
	   into the air
	
	The sun sinks slowly
	The light steals away
	   robbing them of day
	Leaving them alone
	   in the dead of night
	
	The poets have died
	   their bodies in the earth
	Their fire burns on
	   in the hearts of the living
	Their souls are free
	   and fly through the sky