From the fire in my soul
breathes a bird in flight
who takes up residence
at the ledge of your mind.
This little flaming presence
a silent, persevering witness,
an incandescent insinuation
a rainbow against the grey sky
upon whose sighting you squeal.
This little accorded assurance
an insurance against time, tide,
tragedy, travesty, transgression, thus
engraved in quintessential passion
is the connection of you and I.