Melt

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