We all know of wind, earth, water and fire,
but there is an other.
It courses in our veins through the air we breathe,
singing its tune of magic, filling us with peace.
It rages a fire in our heart,
conjuring a deepening longing, everlasting courage - and a will to never part.
At times it falls from the sky through rain,
creating a magic shield to enclose us in.
While at times it scatters from the eyes,
binding a promise to meet again after the goodbyes.
When we are all but dust in the earth,
we are reunited by the hope of meeting again.
Hope, in love, should never be in dearth.
It is a fortunate few that find their way in,
and it is only a fortunate few that can keep it within.
The title needs a bit more work :) Any suggestions would be appreciated!