Passion comes,
and goes like the morning breeze
One moment it is fire
creating a whole universe from the void
the next moment it is dead ash
Don’t try to hold on
the flame is ephemeral
it lives in the movement of the air
Don’t blame yourself
one conjures up images of ghosts and monsters
in the blind chaos of fiery collisions
Remember only
the warmth you felt in the lone night
the hope you felt in the wee hours
Remember only
that you expressed your inner truth
— and heard it echo back at you
