Fiery roses
Paul Lacombe
Fiery roses
in the still night,
in you I am singing,
in you I exist.
Sparks
at the tips of the forest,
in you I am eternal,
in you I can see.
Deep ocean, in you
my blood is reborn
as a white-capped wave,
as a dancing tide.
And in you, supreme force,
radiant sun,
my very soul
reaches its God!