Fire and Water

Her profile

speaks of peace

and sleepiness

How I wish

I was there with her

Instead

I burn with fire

deep down

in the evening of my life

gone

but still here

A pen in my hand

to open the door

to the wind that borne me

so long ago

I am not dead

until I am dead

So, little peaceful one,

I watch you

and drink in your

cool waters

but I am not quenched

not quashed

Burn

Burn

Burn