Flaming Ring

With eyes closed

I see the warmth of snow

The way the fishes reach for the sky

And the birds swim to the depths of the ocean

With eyes closed

I hear the scent of your neck

The raindrops burn my skin

And the ashes bring forth life

With eyes closed

I walk under rainfalls

The cloud radiates a kaleidoscope

And your kiss leads me to the abyss

With eyes closed

I run on flames of thunder

The mist shows me the golden path

And your words shake my coffin

With eyes closed

I hold the air in a purple bag

The door swings up and down

And your face etched in my mind

With eyes closed

I believe in blind faith

The does tame the wolves

And I wear your flaming ring


 © Hazel Toquero

A Poet's Call

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