The Magician's Dame

A fire that soothes,
and a mist that burns,
She's the verses which breathe,
and makes the sorrows spurn,

Rising from the stinging yet calming haze,
she snakes her way to the Eastern terrain,
wearing the cape of fervor's glaze,
She's a cloud filled with zealous rain,

There stands he, from her forever dreams,
A bewitching magician,
in whom perches, her destiny's beam,
and sojourns her passion's rendition,

He is the squire to her ardor's flame,
who alone must ferry her raptures,
Her rage is for him to tame,
and her soul is his to capture.......

(c) S.S