10/15/15
The fire in your hands,
mist under your feet,
quiet wisp of wind,
vibrancy of your voice,
quietness of the orange dawn,
My mind is yours.
My heart is yearning
to blend
to capture your beauty
to disappear
in your openness,
acceptance of the decay,
in your transformation,
insinuation of the bare,
the cold
the empty
winter.