I realized
one day
I could
melt
and bend
with
time
I could
change
silently
in
a thousand
years
or
instantaneously.
A sizzling red
can become
a soft white
Rolling waves
and curly winds
can be solid
while wild storms
and
hot caresses
can
whisper
what once
they were
or are
now
Offering
my skin
a drink
of
the night
to come
and the
coolness
of the morning too
I too
hold
a history
a
future light
a place
in
wild now
