There is intensity of rapture,
in the air today,
The ferocity of winter
blows fiercely on its way.
The wind;
It cuts you to the bone,
The rain;
It slashes at your face.
Both stroke to life new feelings,
and raise up an old forgotten place.

There is a fire in all of us,
A love we can’t ignore,
A passion that arises
Which storms beat to a roar.
A fortitude of ecstasy,
A leaping fear of love.
Such powerful emotions,
a force we can’t but love.

09/25/2001

Posted on 09/25/2001
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