the source of light and fire

 vision persists in memory of the eye

where moving image still seems full and bright

though many hopes have faded into night

and all is strange now under a new sky

and other stars still hearts demand to fly

into the realms of true and honest light

where none will question when we reach the height

nor will each word be stifled by the lie

we ask the dragon for one drop of blood

to change the order of things now well known

into fresh truths and we restring the lyre

to have our songs resound above the mud

into that air where one bird soars alone

reaching towards the source of light and fire