Dances with wicked tongue, moving across my being, Cools as the path leaves knowledge of what was never here; Flickered and burned white hot; left ashes to remind me Of death.
Whispers of my breath have blown the ashes to the winds. The universe now holds the remnants of what we were. Fragments remain in my soul's eye And tears nurture their return to the earth In a yearning to grow anew and live in the fire.
for all who have felt love's spirit fire Sbec 1999
Spirit Fire November 1999
Created in the Joy of Sharing November 1999 Redesigned August 2001 Design by Sbec Thank you for visiting Enjoy...and come again.
Thank you for respecting the original work found on the Woven Ones Sungmanitutanka Sape and SBEC