From the road below the volcano, <br />the poet's house is burning. <br /> Fire flashes from windows, <br />yet the next curve reveals reflections <br />of the setting sun. <br /> The rooms glow <br />with orange light licking pages into flame. <br /> <br />The sun falls beneath mountains, <br /> but his books gleam gold <br />through glass till darkness flows <br />from the windows <br /> and fills the world. <br /> <br />All fires fade when he sleeps, <br /> yet in the garden by his door <br /> a red flower rises. <br />Sparked by stars and moonlight, <br />one flaming flower <br /> in the garden of night <br /> burns before his darkened house.<br /><br />Eric Paul Shaffer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/driving-up-to-the-poet-s-house/
