From A Distance

I see you standing outside my inner circle,
Watching as I burn sage and whisper my mantra.
Fires leap tall under a cobalt sky and
Within the smoke, you marvel at my illusions.

Do not worry—they are mine
And will not taint you.

I see you; yet make no effort to draw you in.
Curiosity can be mistaken for attraction.
I refuse to give satisfaction,
Because the mystery of myself is mine.

You can stand on the outer limits forever wondering,
But I have to warn you…
My flame is brighter than your spark of interest
And ever from a safe distance,

I can burn you.