the season that comes

hard on the heels of today

should have me waiting

for the sting of the flutter

of snowflakes against the face

but on the unexpectant wind 

has come a kaleidoscope 

of animated stars

all winged with fire

like a Chinook rising up

from the heart

tomorrows may bring 

what they will

but today is for burning

like butterflies that've returned

and all I wanna do is fly

without ever leaving the ground

as though only this moment counts

and the migration of volcanoes

from springs once forgot

that no one else can see

like secret languages

only we can speak

are written in fire and wings

from the core of the earth

to the centre of our own stars

and I am reaching up between 

the palpations 

of the metamorphosized

from the salt of the earth

to touch you there