Is it the heat of passion
That propels the heart
To heal wounds that tear
One apart?
Or the tears of life’s
humanity that reveal
Our internal rife?
Scorched by the sun’s rays
Birds cower, flowers shrivel
under a leaf’s shade
an umbrella seeking a drizzle
Temporary relief from burning issues
A reprieve of the mind
That cries for rescues.
I spread my arms out wide.
Shadow wings flap
Circular currents of energy
Encircle the wind, unwrap
The knot that holds me taut.
Off in flight
I soar without a thought.
