Burning thoughts

Focusing as the heated flames turn,
flicking thought into something that burns.
I watch the back and forth for a while,
allow my thoughts to walk some miles.
Following the edge of the flames light,
distanced from its current burning site.
Into darkness to find something to burn,
so I can feed the flames twists and turns.
The smoke gets into my eyes and brings tears,
when stoking the flame as thoughts appear.
The longer the flame the warmer the thought,
a lot of timber in my mind still to be sought.