During my stay in the forest listening silently,
the leaves rustle ever so quietly,
ever so quietly…
Until this toxic desire defiling me
dies violently in a maelstrom of my design
I’ll try to find that seething fire,
the all-consuming flame that stays
just outside of my clutch but has such
power that it can’t be ignored.
The distant roaring calls me toward it
like waves returning to the shore,
but one day I’m sure,
after our suffering is cured,
all that will be left is to soar through
eternity with all we’ve adored.