Do you imagine each Title burns the same hue?
Married to the fire, matrimony to dust.
Echoes of a story yet to be told.
I wear my cross. I can’t bear it.
Does it suit me, this collar?
Speak up, cherub.
Don’t dawdle too far behind the flame.
I wear you as well.
You are what you eat.
The very measures of living are as his shell.
Keep him on the road you walk.
Weather it together.
Where do the waters call home?
The ebb and flow calls out, sings some.
An unlikely pair as Gaia and her air.
Wherever the waters might lead.