Sara Xavier Decker

June 1, 2010

Love's first flare explodes in a fiery light,
devouring all, hungry consuming blaze;
misteps fuse into dances by its might,
slights unseen from sparkling sheen of burning haze.

Quenched and sated, passion's embers now glow,
coursing slower through a channel cut deep;
eddies swirl, rocks arise in the lower flow,
without a source it slows to a seep.

Then gravity asserts, drags, pulls us to earth
and weighs us down with lessons learned and sage;
as sand trickling on rough stone reveals worth,
so too, do we emerge polished with age.

Wisdom breezes in as backs start to bow:
There's no heaven without you, my solemn vow.