A huge pile of glow-worm
Or a mountain on fire
I could see dim lights from afar
In the dark.
Choked in spell
No back, no forth
Unable to move I felt numb.
I could hardly breathe
With my pounding heart
Pulsed my presence
In blinking glow-worms
Witnessing them mock,
Grin and prick
Kept me alive.
I watched over whole night
Long spent in the darkest
In those hours, more sensitive I became
To the dimmest fluttering
Quenching of the tiniest molecule of light.
All I could remind of
Time, when I couldn’t feel the core
Time, when I could only bear
One more second to snuff off
The light of my life.
Then, I saw it dawned,
I never moved until
I felt oppressive heat through the pores
Heated my blood caused a boil in temper
The fervour took off the chill from the dead
The warmth took a while to clamp the soul.
From the winters to the spring,
From the mountains to the lakes,
An eye opening journey
From the moonlight to the sunlight.
Illuminated my soul filled with gratitude
To a place where “the light” scales to the loftiest
And stays in glory;
That starts null, ends up queerly full,
That teaches you value of life;
Virtue of a fire fighter.
My learned nervousness bowing towards
The tiniest of the light, the favour, the kindness.
To everything that brings me
Back to the ground, to the fighting me,
To the dark, to “The Night”.