Musings

passion and fire, everything smiles
more than desire, but only for a while

eventually rain is bound to fall down
and shower me in pain until I drown

And I'm waiting for the sun to shine through
But I'm afraid it will remind me of you

no words at all dreams in a glass
and when it does fall what will be left

a glance and a touch a meeting of eyes
conjoined yet separate gone before it's time

And I'm waiting for the sun to peek through
and I'm afraid it will remind me of you

Fire in the sky arousing all my senses
blue red and white orange with gold dust
I will forget but for now
I'm entangled within this web of you