Spirits moving through the trees,

No more a soul in mourning;

Dreams mingled with the clouds,

The spirit of love glowing brightly;

Eyes so filled with inner fires,

Oh gentle one, where are you tonight?

Fire and Ice reside in her soul,

Yearning to touch what she desires;

Sensuous paths lead down,

Into the depths of her heart;

Impulses shared secretly,

To rescind the mind’s decision;

No one hears her cries at night,

Hidden so deep within;

But her love is alive, again,

A fire burning bright;

Yes, love is alive again.....

Jory M. Earl