The heat continues to melt

The almost liquid trees

And the scenery before me vanishes

Into a pit of raging fire

 

Roots of a hundred year old tress – pull themselves up from the earth

Clouds that would have translated into rain – gather into a storm

Daylight stops caressing the buds – instead begins to sting

 

And my heart all hale and hearty

Begins to wither away and pleads…

 

Spare me this time from the torture of love

Being just a stretch away