Sharp tongued
With a blow-torch soul
The mountainside goes up in flames yearly
To commemorate the birth
That Mother Nature has found
Branded in her memory as
The Day That You Swept In.
All heart and heat
And indestructible spirit.
A reminder in the form of a volcanic eruption
Letting the world know that
Hearts were made to be set on fire.
And those afraid of the deep
Need not walk in stride
With those who dive ever-fearless,
Only to rise like the sun,
All eyes on you.
Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 6:14 PM UTC
Sharp tongued
With a blow-torch soul
The mountainside goes up in flames yearly
To commemorate the birth
That Mother Nature has found
Branded in her memory as
The Day That You Swept In.
All heart and heat
And indestructible spirit.
A reminder in the form of a volcanic eruption
Letting the world know that
Hearts were made to be set on fire.
And those afraid of the deep
Need not walk in stride
With those who dive ever-fearless,
Only to rise like the sun,
All eyes on you.
Dedicated to my brother.
