Take me
away,
She said.
Slowly drifting,
Whispers in the wind,
Water on my feet,
Sand between toes.
Kiss me again,
She begged.
Fire rising,
No calm for the flames
Take me away.
She said.
Slowly drifting,
Whispers in the wind,
Water on my feet,
Sand between toes.
Kiss me again,
She begged.
Fire rising,
No calm for the flames
Take me away.
Hold me closer,
He said.
Waves on the shore,
Wind in my hair,
Sand between toes.
Kiss me again,
He begged.
Fire engulfing,
All is red in flames.
Take me away.
~Nina Nicholson~
True love cannot be tamed, it is like the water, wind or fire that blows or spreads where it may when it is not muffled or contained. Truly love has a life of its own. May we each be blessed to find a love so consuming and so fulfilling.
