#573 — Winds Of Time;

These transient winds,
Have transformed me,
To an ascetic,
All I possess now,
Are memories of moments,
With which I stir the fire,
And smile at the sparks
That rise from it.

#free_verse

#440 — Fire;

Helpless,
In its desire –
stir not my soul I urge,
Lest its fire cross all boundaries,
Tonight.