First you were just dancing wildly, lost in a wild forest
The tropics, at night,
at you they were always calling
They needed you, the darkness was always traumatizing and haunting
You're soul was made of light,
at you they were always calling
You meant to hug the trees and kiss the leaves
But nature classified you as the unruly vicious beast;
You touched things and they came down in ashes from burning
You kissed leaves and they ceased to exist
You hugged trees and started a combustion in the wild forest
Your way of loving was not wanted
Your passion, too hot, too strong for a world that you were brought in.
- a letter to Flame from the River Stream
