Woodsmoke

I am the earth
He is the sky
Ever distant and aloof
No matter how high my mountain
It will never be part of him
No matter how bright his stars
They will ever look down
Coldly glinting
Too long I longed for his love
No longer

But you
You are the fire and I am the forest
Be careful
For the smell of woodsmoke so enchants me
If I feed you my debris, my deadwood
We may enhance each other
Gypsies dancing in the clearing
But cling to me and you consume me
Possess me and you destroy me
The morning shows blackened stumps
Grey ashes

Somewhere, somewhere
There is a man of water
A lake at the mountain's foot
A river through the forest flowing
A sea around my shore
And when the rain falls
He will surely come