ablaze

the ice crystals created
their celestial bursts
on the window pane

so cold and delicate
each tip reaching
as far as they can
before they melt

such a short life span

such determination

such beauty

he throws another log in the fire
shortening their fragile existence
even more
but lengthening his own

his vacant eyes stared
into the flames
rocking back and forth
in that old
rickety
chair
over the old
crooked
floor

the inferno reflected
in those glass orbs
hungry for love
he watched as the flames
grew and dissappeared
the higher they got

just like their frozen counterparts
just like them
just like him
the farther he got
the farther he fell

he would never have it
any other way
the climb was his passion
the fall was just
another reason to climb again
this time higher

forever reaching new plateaus
where fire and ice created
his soul
each fueling eachother
both somehow connected

its that connection that
keeps him alive

and ready
for more