My love! My love!,
I wish I was the gentle breeze,
To twirl and romance with your dark,silky hair,
Gently caress your soft lips,
And fan the fire burning inside you.
I wish I was the raging storm,
Passionate and unstoppable,
To sweep you through every squall and heavy desires,
And come out with a love so exquisite and true.
11/6/2020

The crows are going
  to rise up
over the black asphalt
  city skyline

singing into the
  blood red sky
   hearts crowned
    with fire and hope

flying high and free
   flying over
     the mountain tops

singing of the
   promised land

singing for the dead
   but not forgotten

singing words
  of flame
    and poetry

singing for
   freedom
     and unity