One may wish to turn back the hands of time
And return to a place unscathed by change,
Only to find this petty whim a crime
For change is certain, and entirely strange.
It comes with no notice, hint, or advice;
Wreaking destruction throughout its wake.
Some can foreshadow change and it's device,
Like I, counting down until the great break.
Yet through all the warnings, I embrace it;
I await the day where my life will shift
And irrevocably bend and emit
A brilliant light on which I will drift
Into some uncharted territory
Where I anticipate to find destiny.

a fervor, a flame,
a burning curiosity.
i fed the embers
and they glowed gold for me.
warm,
weak,
extinguishable.

a fervor, a flame,
gone with the wind.
too young to grow,
too naïve to coax.
you fed the flames
but they did not glow gold for you.

yet,
you would not surrender.
a fire blazed within you,
never dimming.
i felt the heat
emanating from your core.
i kindled the fire.

a fervor, a flame,
scorching too hot.
a confused heart,
a muddled mind,
frightened,
unsure,
lost.

a fervor, a flame,
rising from the ashes.
beginning only as an ember,
but burned hot enough
to consume my whole heart.
i see the fire,
blazing,
seething,
scorching white-hot.
i walk fearlessly into the inferno,
right into your open arms.

i've never looked back.