Red-Gold Fire

Fire meets fire within my dreaming eye;
Red-gold sunset on her red-gold hair
Draws me. Moth-like, In her reach I fly,
Still cautious of her flame as I draw near.

Alone, in confidence, late have I dwelt,
Content enough with my own company;
Safe behind the walls that I have built
Of pride and my conceit, yet now I see

That though we meet by random happenstance,
My end is pre-ordained. Do what I will,
She shatters my defences with a glance.
Imprisoned, to her grace I yield and kneel.

My red-gold Lady, mercy yet a while,
And burn me sweetly with your gentle smile.