Seeking Peace In the Land of Furnace

Long I've grovelled Plainly I've waited To see the rising fire and finally get lifted Far from incandescent mind Betrayed by sight but in honoured scent I felt the blazing horizon Trekk i did to closer comforts In seeking peace from rising red To accept the calm in orange overtones Finding purpose in the perceived chaos What is it about a furnace That welcomes dread? The vivid of bright that plays with the eyes The punching scent that comes with it's progress Look intently as you breathe And maybe you too can see The peace of dancing colours The exciting warm embrace of uncertainty There on the horizon close to fear Lies a dancing peace The pieces of which Engulf the senses Look intently as you breathe There on the horizon Finding purpose in the chaos Far from incandescent mind