Blood Storm
  by E.S.

Follow the sun
into sweet darkness
but watch the clouds boil 
and midnight sky is now red

In the old tongue
We said this was a weird wind
following the heat
of unknown forces
did they know of...

Cycles
of chasing and wanting and knowing
and never spoken
L'amour 
Now gone and present
I am drowning

Will I drown alone, Nicholas
Or shall we do this together
forever
and make seas boil red?

September '99