Heart Wood
This is good heart wood
I cried a little when the fire started
Smoke was in my eyes
It burns as it should
Here and there the sparks have darted
It caught me by surprise
I caught a sparkle
And felt in a flash the singe of flesh
Cinders are not starry tears
The ember shows its mettle
Now the flames are still. Words mesh
The ash of our fears
But I love the tree
Alright that lay down its life in flame
To yield the great wood
My love would not see
It hurt again, no ax on the bitten frame
This heart wood is good.
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