Fingers On Fire

Last night
The world was aflame
The sky brushed crimson on indigo
The setting sun meeting the fingers of fire
Leaping from the grill on the deck
Guiding Him over the horizon
To another place where
Dawn would be breaking
And the world was dimly lit
The sky brushed pale gold on azure
The sun rising to meet the blood-warm fingers
Of another pair of lovers
On another day