The hair is like fire
And there are flames in the eyes
Gentle flames, like candles
And like bursting stars in the night
Consuming much
Under a halo of brilliance
Gentle brilliance, like a bonfire lit
And snow surrounding

Some days
Wind rages
The flames twist like whirls
And there is unrest in the eyes

Some days
Rain storms strike
The eyes shut
And harbor the gentle glow within

But most days
The sun shines
And waters the flames
With its lasting spirit



Tai Meng | 孟泰 | Last Updated: May 12, 2019