From your matchstick, my life once began
In one moment or many
But you drop it at my scraping shoes and I am engulfed
In flame not the same as it once was
But lit by you nonetheless
I was once a mourning dove
Singing the sweet song of dawn
With your dancing fire, elegant and bright
Now I mourn as a hummingbird
Flapping my wings rapidly to escape
From your raging fire, threatening and intense
I'...