she was fire.
a tamed, candle flame flickering
and a roaring forest fire.
she was the goddess dancing in the orange glow...
a lighthouse - her essence was a guiding beacon.
but without air, her soul was suffocated...
he was air.
he was the wind in her sails...
the space she warmed and the breeze she danced for.
he breathed her to life.
and he basked in her glow.
he was her purpose
and she was his light.
then one day the heat produced, began to intensify...
and he feared the burn.
consumed by fear.. he left.
and her flame blew out.
and where once there was light, there was dark...
and where once there was fresh, clear wind... There was blinding, billowing smoke.
and all the world stumbled without sight or breath
...until they found each other again.