The Burning Man

Gold in the window frayed
Gold left in leaves in braids
So creeping symmetry
Woven into fallen days

Blue in the glassy sky
Blue streaks the orange beads
Sent out in Christmas lights
Lights in the new year tree

I'm thrown into
A memory
A boy so small
So humbling
It all began
So long ago
So long ago

And voices said to me
You are the burning man
Those voices said to me
You are the burning man