tired

the yawn

contagiously spreading

through the body

the eyes are struck next

slowly drawn down

the shades covering daylight

malaise sets in,

the body sinking further

towards anything soft

little inaccuracies

in perception

start to pile on

little missteps

becoming bigger, eventually

leading the way

traveling

have you ever

looked out the window

and wondered

what they thought?

when they saw

the wide ocean

before them

ready to be conquered

by their sails

today

we're too

high

to see what they saw

from the crow's nest

just above the surface

no where near

the world

when you look

at the horizon

is it the same?

we love fire

at first we were scared

not controlling

simply along for a ride

wandering to unkowns

blissfully unaware

being burned yet

unwavering in

spite

of the undue harm

gradually learning

the proper constructions

using tinder effectively

when and where

to strike the match

learning to pile more

and more

firewood into the flame

yet always consuming

and needing more

threatening to

go out

but what is it

what causes this obsession

why do we

need a fire

no matter how often we are burned

it is beautiful

it is dangerous

it is hostile and

yet oh so warm

I dont think youre supposed to title haiku

flower bends to flame

neither innocence or guilt

only ash remains