The heart sings in the language of the elements.

From the dust that chokes feelings such, To the air of hope that gives it wings. Embers of passion stoked fiery red, And flow of thought that does singe. Beings that we are, selves based on these four, Airy freedom describes you, While the stable earth feels home to me. Of hot temperament I have heard tales asunder, And also bridges built on dreamy waters flowing under. Around me, life s dominant voices seem, Wrought of fire, and dust clouds sight, unseen; And the parched earth unsure of its pleas, Casting sanity aside, stability ceases to be... Water, enter and set everything right. Rain on me, my foe the fire alike, Quench this want that threatens to set me alight. May rivulets or torrents, as you please, Rid me of pretence and rigid beliefs. Standing where I ought not to stand, In the midst of this fast world, slowed by truth Eyes closed to the make believe, that surrounds Me; I shall see thee and everything in true light Water shall set every wrong right. Wash away the dust settled over the season Deafen me to these voices of reason. Breathing dreams in this flood - insane, Water! Make me whole...again.