Two eyes drink fire in flight;
darkness silhouettes the sun.
Soft lights take form in sight;
shadows shift and spirits run.
A vacuous haze hails winds,
winding wisps of cloud;
swirls cast forth and send
umbras under a heated shroud.
Air descends as hackles rise,
ensnaring crackling firelight.
A raven swoops away and cries;
horizons shift into the night.
Tranquil sounds — and all is calm.
Streams slide beside the stones;
breezes whistle through the palms;
light diffuses to washed-out tones.
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