There was a time when you let me know
what's really going on below
the ice, the freeze, the surface glass
the cool, the calm, the iron mask.
You did your best, it wasn't much
Couldn't feel, so tried to touch
but wildfires need someone to bleed
to move, desire, consume, to feed.
Winter's come, my tempest staved
all the life, the crops are razed
the summer winds are no longer blowing
and the fire in me is slowing, slowing.