My heart
is more brutal
than the raging
blizzard outside.
Want it?
Then you must cross
its frozen tundra,
and risk
being turned
to ice.

Strength is a seed
that resides in the soul.
It is nurtured
by lifetimes of endurance.

We silently watch,
as our planet burns,
and we turn to *ash.

You* are the flame,
that ignites my soul,
and sets my passion *ablaze.

Wanderlust
consumes her heart.
She longs for lands
she has never walked,
and for people
she has never met.
Her gypsy soul is free,
and so it follows,
the colors of the wind.

I will love you,
beneath the gypsy moon,
but when the sun rises
I'll be gone.
Leaving you to wonder
why on Earth I chose you.

I fly to close to the sun,
while he is anchored to the earth.
I have tied my heart to him,
he has tied his heart to mine.
Together we are a single soul,
unified and whole.
I fly towards the flaring sun,
he weighs me back down.
He protects me from burning up,
while I lift him off the ground.
Without him I'd be ash to dust.
Without me he'd always be found.

I'm running from the sun,
but I'm chasing the moon.

Earth
You have buried my heart,
beneath boulders,
I can never break.

Water
You are a tidal wave,
crashing down on me,
drowning me.

Air
You are the breath
that give my lungs life,
and keep my heart beating.

Fire*
You* are the flame,
that scorches,
and consumes my heart.

I was born to this world
backwards.
I hold so much love in my heart,
but seldom give it away.
I tuck it beneath my ribcage,
to keep the wolves at bay.

I wake each morning
to the promise of a coming day,
and hold my breath,
as the moon slowly fades away.

I am made of
whiskey & cigarettes,
mixed with
moonlight & moonshine.

I can light up the midnight sky,
or burn down the city lights.

I've never been to the city,
but I've spent a million nights
lost beneath the starlight.
I used to dream of subway stations,
lively streets and crowded bars,
but after wandering through forgotten towns,
and sleeping under starlanced
trees,
I could never live in the city.
I've never felt peace
like I have at the shores
of a perfectly still creek.
I wouldn't find that there,
not between the mugger's,
and people yelling in the streets.
I thought I wanted it,
but after traveling across the country,
I know what makes my soul happy.
I want sunrises after 12 hours of driving,
with no direction,
but towards the setting sun.
I want nothing,
but the security of me and you
moving along with the current
of our nomadic souls.

Gentle hearts are first to break,
but hardened hearts
play the loneliest of tunes.

Black birds
sing until dawn,
smoke and cinder
raining down
on everyone,

darkness
shaking like bones,

carry your shame
bound tight inside
an angel's name,

black wings
carry me home,

take me back
where water meets
the winding roads,

red barns
burning to ash,
flames that flicker
far beyond the avenue,

nobody knows
what the new world holds,
but mama says,
love like water,
and wander back home.

love is,
life is,
death is,
and the wheel turns.

Do you think
they will lay
white roses
at my feet,
after my heart
ceases to beat?

Realize your inner light,
harness its fight,
then burn as bright,
as a shooting star in flight.