Fire shines from her supernova soul,
And burns upwards and engoldens her hair.
It wavers; tongues of flame that could char coal,
They seem to shimmer out one word: “Beware”.
Wind streams from him like autumn’s equinox
And flows and twists and forms outside his skin.
It soothes and yet could move themselves the rocks
And seems to whisper where it flies: “Within”.
And wind meets fire, they both by random chance
Collide. They swirl, they mingle and mix.
In an imperfect world, they dance the dance;
Fire heats wind, wind soothes fire, each other transfix...
And are the Wind on Fire, the Song of Bliss,
And feel all this within a moment’s kiss.