In the Beginning

you couldn't stay by the fire

IN THE BEGINNING

Sometimes simplicity rises
   like a blossom of fire
      from the white silk of your own skin.

You were there in the beginning
   you heard the story, you heard the merciless
      and tender words telling you where you had to go.

Exile is never easy and the journey
   itself leaves a bitter taste. But then
      when you heard tha…