A Poem by Ian Canon - in the church of my heart the choir is on fire
in the church of my heart the choir is on fire
the virgin light of
the fire that grew
when they touched
sent their shadows
trailing behind them
like the twin-veiled
assassins of the night,
back to the shadow realm
to re-appear, ever near
on another day
at another time
when the strength of their touch
the warmth of her gaze
was nothing more
than ashes and soot
on their paltry palms
