Elements

Just as the piquant Sun rises,
On an early wintery day.
A familiar warmth sensed,
As entangled lovers lay.
A conflagration of passion,
Under white glaciered sheets.
They slowly drift towards another,
Where love and fire come together as one.

The impermanent gale,
Blows wistfully through hay.
As her cooling breath whispers,
She speaks of places where-
lives are borne on motionless winds.
And swirling columns of chaos begin
The lovers torn by tornadoes of thought
When fire and wind become one.

The spring’s rain falls on downy plains,
As tears flow like enraged rivers.
Lovers separated by seas of change,
Where streams of passion,
Are coaxed by breezes of rage.
The morning dews of sadness,
Collect on the leaves of reunion
As fire, wind and water merge into one.

The scorched terrain,
Extinguished by tears of compassion.
As ashes of love settle and abate,
The winds of empathy begin to gyrate.
As the distance between them converge,
The path to passion almost renewed,
With mutual mingling of dust and dew,
Fire, wind, water and earth are but one.