A passing gaze

And pierce of glow,

Release the eyes,

Release of flow,

From burn of smile,

And hearts that dance,

And momentary emerald glance

And from the flickering eyes desire,

That thrash the soul,

With flames of fire,

From glance,

and pass,

of brittle clay,

Suggestions wrapped,

Within the fray

And if the glance,

Becomes a stare

And hands weave threads,

Through flow of hair,

The eyes will glow,

And pierce the sun,

And fuels from Wandering Fires be one

September 24, 2004