The fire is burning, the flame is dancing
Its fantastic pattern.
And sparks twist, soaring up.
My eyes are silently fixed on them.
The zigzag of flight is just a moment
And a new swarm rushed up.
In the soul giving birth to attraction
And dragging along.
What magic power
Lurking in the reflections of the fire
That thought and will muffled,
The beauty and mystery of teasing.
And I stare in fascination
To an enchanting dance.
I idolize the game of fire
As incomprehensible as a fairy tale.