Nothing makes a safe journey in the path of living
A human being is always searching...searching...
Waiting for all the answers to questions never asked.

Troubled by the lack of your presence
Who are you really?
We'd only just met when you were ripped away from me...
Still, I'm here alone in my little world
Missing all this time of bathing in diamonds,
Breathing that sparkling glitter,
Melting the stone with the flame of the sun...

The flame dances on your face.
Such concentration seems an easy task
You handle the fire with experience,
Playing in transparency....
And you breathe again... and smile...
And the conversation begins all over again.
Our process.
Our bodies on fire
Is it the flame or your wicked smile?