myths of future generations

I look into the blue flame 

As it flickers with gold,

Mimicking the beats of my heart 

When I think of you.

Some moments hold steady 

With an even tempo,

While others burst from the base;

Like fireworks exploding—

Emotions so profound that their depth

Challenges the challenger deep.

Through storms it lasts without falter or strain;

Untamed and vibrant, it goes on.

I picture veins on a pine— 

Vines in the wild;

Braided together, 

Weaving through time.

A tree so old that Methuselah would be shamed

And General Sherman would bow to the spectacle.

As we journey upwards towards Orion,

Our path of bark is clearly defined.

The fire is our companion;

Even and continuous,

It moves along our time.

His belt notched with a trinity of stars,

Lining our future and our past—

The myths of future generations.