Setting fire!

Setting fire to the Wind!
I run to the operas, the cameras, the synopsis of my fate!
I am in love with the autumn and she carries me to the gate...
Of all the poetry and song tucked in warm corners
where we huddle,
When the heat no longer drenches our bones and drips
from our heads,
And instead
Hides behind warm glowing windows with faces and notebooks.
We must seek it out,
To conspire for our survival of the Winter.
And we play in the midst of its tiny challenge.
After an overload of the miracle of fire,
We accept the loss with a smile.

And in this modern age I am again my own romantic.
Not scared not scared, just half inspired and frantic
With the love of passion and a love of human nature
And in caves and in creeks to study the wild moving there.

Oh I am the best girl to ever come alive!
I won't give up, and more alive to more alive!
It's taken darkness and it has taken nearly death
But I am so alive right now I am the bridge of every breath!