The fire was set free..
not for the night,
not for the moon or the stars...
but for embracing each single drop of rain....
For igniting the soul...
For capturing the heart....
For burning the barren land in the river of love...
The clouds were fierce but the thundering was calm ..
The sky was silent...
And the feelings were warm...
With each passing moment...
a new rhythm was born...
What was not heard was my voice ....
What was heard were my eyes....
and my sacred love for you....Eisha