Daytime sun floods supposed futures
Moonlight reveals regrets
Stars sparkle bittersweet memories
Wind blown words slip past ginger lips
Rain soaks all these dusty thoughts
Hail batters hard againest
Already weathered hearts.

"I am freedom itself" hummed aloud,
the wind that passes agitating tree tops,
air am I, the giver of life,pumping energy"
"I am with you" I echoed his song sans words
"Though I won't hazard a guess where do we go"
"Don't you bother, our circumnavigation is yet another
of the stories, in the compendium,universe  does cherish.
We belong to all, as movement that never ceases"

"Get in to my vehicle, the heat will look after the rest,
the transporter,that makes everything light,
by burning down, I am the transformer too"
"I am the hunger you possess" I replied
"I eat and digest, create growth, make things move,
in my ***** is the hunger to procreate,progress.
Once the hunger is satiated, I get back
slithering in to the burrow, like a serpent
Anger I become when I decide to destruct,
it's from the ashes of the old,the new is constructed!

"From the salt in me,everything living sprout"
earth, the begining and end of everything
in customary silence,implied, I was overwhelmed.
she is the nurturing mother of every seed with the
potential to life, wants to open eyes to the sun
then grow roots deep to entrench, stand *****,
"I am one with you mother earth, from you
sprung my body, that seeks light, rest at night"

Sky was full of birds,regaling in every presence
in it's fold, sky beams"I am a vessel fathomless,
come in to my space open,dance your way to bliss,
and seek wistful dreams written by interstellar light"
"I am filled by you where there is an absence of other
my mind limitless is in you exist, I am you in spirit,
when I withdraw from all,I am all in you, nothing left"

Water did speak both to my silence and eloquence,
water is beyond the markers of darkness and light,
From earth to dust, dissolving to be water and flow
from one kind of existence to other, till the limits of cosmos.

you are the shadowed echo of a shapeshifter that once pulled at  the shackles of my sanity

the seasons change around us, autumn arrives, barely breathing. Those inclined to pray, pray pointlessly. We gather red leaves and pile them on top of a coffin of colour

I plan to travel. I get a wall map and some red pins, piercing every place I want to visit. This is the closest I have come to violence; the closest that most of us would

but I am not you, no, nor your passive peers. I take the throat of the Earth and shake it

oceans rise, sand swept, country boundaries knocking together like knees. I am asking for peace, don't get me wrong

but who can have that power and relinquish it, go back to stacking fruit and canned peas

I was the ground, air and water, but there was never any fire in me. I was terrified of the flames.

Fire burns and reduces things to ashes, ashes that I am forced to bathe in

the wind blows them into my eyes and I know I am no longer a friend of the overwhelming elements

just an oracle card floating on top of the sea

I can feel my cavity pulling.
My empty heart is just aching.
The scale for my mind has tipped
And my nerves are shaking as they ripped.
My numb months screamed towards an echo of my past.
Now my body is rumbling in a pulse that never went so fast.
My hard drive is freezing because his dial turned to frost
But his hands warm my heart and pull me back from feeling lost.
After traveling back to the nest I live to leave,
I forget the ease of life he would make me believe.
We're in the shadows now because of reasons I wasn't aware
And how do I alert of this piercing dream I’ve hidden with prayer?
A faith where I don't know what I trust.
A faith where I wish for love or I wish to be dust.
Let me know where we stand
Because he has my heart in his hand.
While I’m bad at love I know I put it there,
Every little bump or rip or tear.
I don't know if I trust him not to destroy me again;
For the first time in his arms but not my first burnt patch of skin.
My fire for them would consume this knowledge away
But I’ve always known how to extinguish this flame I have for the cliché.
I don't want to hurt this way.

It begins like this—

A brother made of fire.
A boy who flares up without warning, like a cigarette dropped in a forest. A boy with hands made of smoke and a mind made of sparks and gasoline. A boy who drives like he'll burn out at any moment. He leaves with choking engines and words, scared to look behind and see the ashes in his wake.

A sister made of water.
A girl who is calm in one moment and a storm to be reckoned with the next. A girl constantly torn between waves of delight and floods of melancholy. She moves with deadly grace, swift and insistent. She constantly overflows like a cup held beneath a waterfall. She keeps a box of half-finished paintings and moves from one thing to the next, trying to understand her position in the universe.

A mother and father made of earth and stone. Both impossible to move, but one so much softer than the other.

A daughter made of air. A girl tossed about by her whims. One week she weaves dreams into her life, and the next week she pushes them away for fear of falling. She's a girl who hides her thoughts behind a ruse of blue skies and heavily concealed eyes. A girl who is scared that her words have become background noise. She looks at the world and tries not to feel left behind. She floats above, unsure of how to land. Unsure of whether she wants to.

It begins like this—a family of elements, once threatening to burst from the weight of each other.

It ends like this—a family learning how to heal instead of hurt. A family that's learning how to share the same lifeblood without draining each other. A family learning to create instead of destroy.

From the past, a miracle; I come back here  alive!
The matter recycled, many times over has such verve.
Stardust, lulled by cosmic hum, minerals and metals,
The spirit transcending  timelessly is infused in to it!

Water, your messenger stimulates my whole being.
With dew drops ,fog, ice  and steam my skin is burnished.
I am a flow perennial, ever one with the water's quest
Drenched all over, I  drink rain water, get inebriated.

Wind, inconsistent, wearing a robe of smoke, now and then,
Breathed in to me currents generously  and said"Come alive"
Atop the hills I dance with the wind,the element of freedom,
Fly down like a colorful kite, in my wishful recurring dreams.

I walk the earth, like every man fighting his war to survive
The red earth like mother bleeds love for me, cheers me up,
Son of the soil,am I, ****** earth stimulates my all senses
I smear myself with sticky mud, green,then grows therein.

Your note of love I await, comes streaming in the  light,
Flashing over clouds, green leaves,waves and skylight.
My love undying keeps awake,waiting for a sign of yours.
To join you in the time you decide for me to take your hand.

Just an instrument am I, your love invents, to unite all together,
In your eternal spirit I  too move,a continuing love story for ever.

I met you in the cold but you looked like the fire I’ve been chasing.
I could imagine your kiss and the trails on my back you could be tracing.
You could walk me in a hike and take my sanity for a ride.
You’re something so in between that you're almost reminiscent of me.
My chest quakes and rumbles when I see you near and I can’t hide the feeling inside.
You see me avoid your eyes because I know I’m not really good at dealing with my feelings.
I just try to ignore the knot in my heart and I know that's not wise.
You burn around me in these woods with the friends you’ve known longer.
Then you talk to me and the burning halts so fast when I wanted it to grow stronger.
It just seems like I can’t write you a happier soul
And you, like the others, are a human I can't control.
You looked so warm and so red,
So yellow and so orange.
You looked like summer in a text unread,
A new beginning in my garden of flowers.
You looked like a mess of marigolds.
My favorite view through the sun and showers.
Florida rain may not have been good for you but you shined anyway.
It would just be nice if you dreamt of loving me the same as I do every day.

Upon fire's head is a crown.
The crown jewels radiate respect.
  Of an energy so magnified.
    Warmth dances off the wipping waves.
     Beautiful in its essence but do not touch.
      Warm & comforting but do not get too close.
       Wild & consuming in its nature.
         Must be given its throne & space.
           For if let loose will run with out control, no mercy.
Holding in it's right hand the gift of erasing.
Ashes, dust, earth, beginning.
  A friend to earth, a helper to humans, a slave to water, a lover to wind.
    May we set our past, our insecurities, stresses, & anything we wish to eradicate in the fire of our soul.
    Allowing them to become ashes that we throw to the wind.

She is the sea, her waves crashing on the rocks,
slowly washing over me, drenching right down to my socks.
Providing life's true source, well, if it wasn't for her salt,
swirling on with no remorse but it's really not her fault.

She is the sky, both the day and the night,
up impossibly high and such a breath taking sight.
While the clouds can cover sun, the horizon will still stay clear,
and I pray that I'm the one that she'll always be near.

Oh, I live for her, and she gives me the will,
but I would still prefer for our world to stay still.

She is the air, invisibly filling up my lung,
standing up each and every hair, and tingling on my tongue.
Breathing in can revive a person once marked for dead,
she is keeping me alive by simply filling up my head.

Oh, I live for her, and she gives my life thrill,
but I would still prefer for our world to stay still.

She is the mountain, both rocky and very steep,
housing the sheep that I've lost count in while missing out on sleep.
Outlining my sight and enhancing beauty in my world,
and when we lay together at night, her curves fit into mine curled.

Oh, I live for her, and she's my red pill,
but I would still prefer for our world to stay still.