Blue Fire
There was no moon that night
Blue, blue glowed the glacier
Hanging on the dark mountain
Against the cold stars
Blue fire above the village
Ominous, menacing
Premonition of peril
I begged him to stay that fateful night
Tall he was, and dark
Handsome as a young bear
Wild as the eagle
Blue, blue were his eyes
And blue glinted his hair
In the warm firelight
He would not heed my warnings
Laughing at the blue fire
Lighting up the mountain
Touching him
Too late they found him
Below the blue glacier
Smiling still
Poem Written in: Stewart, British Columbia | November 1979