On Valentine's Day

Break through disparate desires,
wade against the stream of time,
search every corner of this
blue jewel, the sea to the sky,
and the barren wastelands of a
splintered heart, to mend the soul
torn and tattered, like an old sail,
no longer replete by her touch,
yet driven, by a fire in the belly,
no quarter given or asked for,
hope springs eternal, like an ancient geyser
cooling sordid sorrow
to quench that thirst,
someone will dance with you again,
and two souls will be bound together,
round and round the flames,
flitting about the ashes, until the two
rise as one,
with no fear of the night,
in each other's arms, softly
dreaming of the dawn again