"I dedicate my dreams to the wind, my deeds to the water, my flesh to the earth,
But fire shall not take me, for it was fire that sparked my nature..."

Studied without Connection.

Ah Clarity...
She brings hope to many.

When we think Death
And death and Death -
That unaccustomed tomb -
A little spark from her
Spark in the empty rolling present casts a single shade to settle
Possible.
Gives her strength for the singular second she unveils our eyes to her plan
From whichever mask she chooses to bestow.

Breathe again. Relief.
Clarity says "Here: uncover this torrential ache,"
For what it really rises - to snap decisions,
"See Me,"
To let go at last -
And stumble past.

Oh the horror when she may then reveal her truth,
And the situation opposing of Happy joyless days
Remembered not with the pain of each living aching moment
But in the block of event and how they were happy
Had we taken that time to notice...

To see her shadow at the door
And upon leaving once more...

We drop like a shell discarded
Mating and then death.
Quivering and open -
Frozen and spent -
Vulnerable to the elements of our own destructive careless
Careful momentary lapse.

That certain little place
That always promises Change.
That annoyance, the tease
Promising to make peace.

Ah Clarity! Then: Aha!
Nothing penetrates this bright conjured Hope!
I Am the shield - the Knowledge
I Know -
Of All that flows and Dazzling the next steps
Blinded by the Brilliance -
I Am!
I Know -
I am.

And I am...
She ebbs -
And the morning then black.
And the future also.

I have sworn to myself that I felt the physical Rise
And Fall: Death.
It grips the hand and blackens the heart.

My death.
My eternal forever dismal decline.

My Death.
Why the need to follow me little one?
I Know...

Can you not see that behind my bright and shining eyes
I am utterly hopeless? Humiliated.

And all those that agree
And all those if they please
Can bring themselves to Love and lay their hands upon me.