.oO Breath Oo.
The earth is firm, the fire is passion;
Parallel to elements cold and fair.
Lo water, endless shifting in fashion,
Thou art akin to all though most like air.
Soothing are cool breezes on fevered brows.
Gentle are zephyrs that rustle the leaves.
Breath taking are gales to which the tree bows,
and that grip that torrents have o'er dark seas.
But the wind that fills the lungs must confess,
It produces repose as well as strife.
Unattainably complex, this caress,
Thy fine ether that kills or whispers life!
Wilt thee suffocate my heart unto death?
For thoust completely took away my breath.