still fire

there exists a still fire; deep.
burning like a candle in the sky - no wind, no rain, moisture can put it out.

then, there are rooftops, burning with lights; across darker skies and cloudy shades of grey.
hovering like doves unto places unseen and heard. you will be enlightened.

and finally, there is you.
of burning doves, distinguished by their feathers, they are flying, in flames across the skies and the only place we can catch them are on rooftops.

you have yearned for atlantis, i will give you pisces.