There is a fire that burns white-hot
Deep within my soul.
A diamond flame
Shining crystal clear in the dark of night
Pulsing heat
Slicing through the cold of the winter
Which had thrived inside me
And clearing my clouded eye.
For can it see through the dense fog
Which hath blinded it for so many a year?
Accept the difficult choice of night or day
For how can one embrace the bite of the flame
Without the threat of a watery grave?
