One day when you come out of hiding and are ready for really living I may inquire if I can make you a steak.
When they ask who I am and what I do I say I am the soft voice in the wind and the memory that never fades. I am the past, the present and future.
The impossible possibility and the love that lingers long after you would expect it to have faded.
I am the rock, the jester and the freight train upon the lonely island with one person living in a light house.
I am the unshakable faith in something and the endless ache of separation.
The fire and ice.
The one who creates chaos and silences the noise. The storm and the calm.
Just another fire dancer trying to do more than pass through life.
Made a few big moves and getting ready to make some more.
Burned so badly he doesn’t want to touch or be touched but forever looking for the magic of union.
The heart that spontaneously combusted and yet regrew, phoenix like.
There is no end and no beginning and yet mobius says there could be an entrance and an exit.
All lies in dust and yet still flowers take root.
