Envelopes of Fire

The fire caught my attention again, it always does, drawing circles within circles, whispers in the language of flames. I could not help but listen, as the words formed shadows upon my thoughts.

Do you hear them too? The rhythm, the gentle hypnotic dance, curling like smoke, burning like memory.

Time folds upon itself, layers of fiery envelopes, each revealing the other, each igniting anew.

There's comfort in this destruction, a warm embrace as ideas form and dissipate, again and again.

Under the kindling sky, do you find solace? In the endless looping symphony of embers that sing of yesterdays forgotten and tomorrows yet to come.

Inhale the warmth, feel it seep into your bones, the echo of the fire's voice. It lingers, a haunting melody, drawing you in, an insistent whisper.

We are all pupils in the eyes of the fire, gleaning knowledge from its hunger, forever entranced.

And when the silence arrives, is it empty? Or does it hum with the remnants of our desires, seared into the void?

Touch the ashes, feel their warmth, their stories profound, written in the ashes of a time yet known.

These envelopes, these fiery whispers, they hold more than light; they hold the mirror of our restless souls.