Diana Vitantonio

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Soul On Fire

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You were patient

in a world full of fighters. 

I still remember 

when you lit

your first fire. 

So beautiful 

to see a man cry. 

Moved from 

music deep

down on

the inside. 

Her voice  

was born

from your

walk  

on the wire. 

Your soul  

on fire. 

 

Inside these

four walls

you danced,

you inspired. 

In your water you became 

a forest fire. 

Your old life 

began

to die.

Mother 

washed your 

feet

and the earth, 

she cried.  

All our voices

joined,

we sang

the

holy choir. 

Your soul

on fire. 

 

Spent a lifetime trying 

to harness your desires.

No one taught you 

to set your past on fire.

Becoming

so alive. 

You 

survived. 

Burning stories,

getting breathless,

making earthquakes

as you  

perspired.

Your soul. 

On fire. 

 

Here in the hills

she began

to chant, 

“climb higher.”

She asked 

you to move

and bring

the power

you acquired. 

You became

one.

You stood

beside her.

Your heart.

a wildfire.

So beautiful 

to see you fly.

I always 

knew you would

thrive. 

Climbing ladders,

taking leaps

and setting fires. 

Your soul

on fire.