My lonely heart is absolved in the laughter of my soul.
It is unexplainable. How can it be?
The wind blows leaves away,
cools the cloudy day to almost unbearable.
I smile still as I walk through the gray,
for this is my element.
I am a water sign,
a creature born of and made of.
Cloudy days are my love,
a day with rain my ecstasy.
Hope keeps the inner sea flowing,
unthreatened by passion’s flames,
but desperate to feel what it would cancel out.
I have often wished to be a creature of fire,
tempered in the kiln of paradise,
given the innate ability to arise passion.
Air has intrigued me as well,
to be of the air, wings flaring out to each side,
flighty, yet above it all.
But I am water.
I am deep and fathomless.
I cool the burns that fire leaves behind,
strengthen the soil against the winds of erosion.
Always I am left alone in the end.
I am a bridge between land,
a means to control raging flames.
Yet never am I tempered,
never are the waves of desire abated.
It seems my fate to remain as I am,
I am born in the hills
way above the valleys,
to rage through rapids,
finally embraced in the stillness of the bay.
Will there be anyone to ever
steer their vessel among my waters?
© Johanna Fugitt 2017