Prophet of Flame

She spoke prophecy: a window vague; and night glistened, a
Sky of doves; and heaven chirped, a wave of light; and sun
To earth, an instant ray; and though it seems, a billion years.
I spoke silence, a pumpkin patch; and bird to palm, a floret

Root; and ladder high, a sighted voice: a cloud of flame: a
Book of signs. Such girth and wind, a cloth of silk; and
Theories grey, the wings of thought; and so was said, a
Silent note; and so was heard, a symbol ghost. My dreams

Of faith, a raspy glint; and fangs of life, the keys of growth;
But picture death, a texture fey: a grove of spears: the heart
Of clay. Indeed a fan, invokes the coal; and visions read—
Induce the soul; and manna pie, a solemn vow: a cryptic
Birth: a flowing Nile; and prophesy—a symbol name: the
Voice of wind: the Bush of Flame.