Into the flames rising out of a setting sun,
I draw in a deep breath before I run
I hear voices, many warning of retreat
'It will burn you' they screamed.
My feet kept hitting the sand
One after the other as though
They whispered the rhythm

My eyes beheld the beauty up close
I got nearer it wasnt flames anymore
It beckoned unto me
She whispered using her yellow eyes
The stretch of her whirls enclose me
With warmth, with strong desire
I couldnt stay back anylonger

My eyes transformed to striking colour
My feet metamorphed to the whirls that she was
Before i knew it,


I became one with her. The sun