Thursday, August 15, 2013

The Dance of Air and Fire

Air burns...Fire dies

He came from everywhere, mountain, meadow, mire,
She sat brooding, burning in his desire,
An inhibitor, an initiator, a cradle, a pyre,
An odd combination of moulder and moulded,
He smiled, she sighed, he winked, she smouldered,
He laughed, tripping lightly on the toes of his feet,
She intoxicated, moved to his bewitching beat,
But he alas! had to leave the path he followed,
Eloped with the clouds, flew to foreign skies,
She wailed, wept and whined for her fair lover,
And broken hearted, calling her beloved love, she died...