Flames of Passion
I have walked toward the sun
when the rays burnt my eyes
and the air was a petrified silence.
I have walked between this
earth and the stars
drenched in my own self-pity.
I felt out of place all those years,
the earth under my feet,
with my destiny six feet under.
Then, with the smile of one,
it changed with fire and smoke.
She descended from the heavens
blanketing my anger and pain with hope.
She pulled me from my own wreckage
and held my heart in her hand.
And with one kiss,
the hate in my heart turned to dust.
Flames erupted out of passion,
and the only thing burning,
was our desire.
