Enkindle
Fingerprints that stain my keyboard with thoughts unrehearsed
spit it out like it’s lukewarm and cursed…

wonder why we all don’t participate in the verse?
curious as to which Tree you were birthed?
impressed by those that come just to serve
relaxed now that I settled them nerves,
These are the things for which I look to the sky,
Protection, Mercy, and a path to Scry
Though we burn under the same constellation
we have many different forms of occupation
Some do what they love,
others do only what they know
many think they will survive
few can survive alone
gifts are defined by context
and dreams by the seeds of light we’ve sewn
fire, pain, wind, water, and women, all have my respect
luminescence is homegrown
Above is a picture I drew that reminded me of the Inuit myth of the Raven; who brought back a piece of the Sun, so that humankind could survive. The sacrifice forever turned the raven’s wings black. In my version, the eye of the raven reflects the altar of sacrifice as depicted on the wing. The tongue holds a pearl of wisdom, along with an Athame(double edge blade) in the silhouette.

Passionate about poetry, lyrics, reviews, and short stories, James Curt Byrum is a father of two, residing in Napa Valley, California. He has a love for music of all genres and composes experimental audio-visual art.![[Banner] Arts Council Napa Valley Arts & Culture Event Calendar](http://www.nvarts.org/images/banners/nvarts.org_120x90_blue2.gif)