Casual Match

I only turned to see What hand had set this inner field alight Against the flame I see The outline of a man against a night Take back your sympathy That bound us close, and say we called a bluff I'd rather break the thread I do not need to drink that bitter stuff A casual match In a very dry field What could be The season's yield? My eyes have gone to coal It's nothing I would be concerned about When the heat of love becomes the chill of doubt Observe the moment A casual match In a very dry field Fire and ash Is the season's yield We look for a sign But it is not revealed Fire and ash is the Season's yield