THE FIRE,SNOW AND THE FOOL

Part I
I remember
when the fire first smoldered,
before the flames,fumes arose.
Earthy and vaguely heady
in the late dying summer.
Its warmth so pacifying
like the calm before storm.

The fool offered her soul
to fire, the diablo..
It rendered her warmth albeit
guzzling her soul in return.
And from the darkest ashes,
an inferno tangoed uninhibitedly.

Fire burnt her lips and
river flowed down her cheeks.
Conflicted contradictions ensued,
currents soon breaking her shackles.
Off she went went with the course
to only look back at the fated fire now.

Part II
She yearned, cursed and cried
prayed and believed.
Losing all in the bargain
except the conflagration
to keep believing.

Sometimes seen in kindness
and smile of strangers,
laughter of a child,
spark in the eyes
of inseparable lovers and
strangest comfort in knowing
of the future unknown.

Fool never felt so alone
yet so determined.
Though she fell and bruised
she didn't  stop there.
She believed and she moved
her soul and the mountains.

Part III
Meekly strong the fool now
succumbed to her misery.
Grief solely hers,hidden
in anonymity of her smile.
Then one day happened,
greatest snowfall of the year.

The snow as cold and
as white as an old corpse.
She mistook grief and coldness
surrounding the snow for her own,
the feeling so variant
from the warmth of the fire.

Strangely burns from her fire
and all her brokeness healed.
Snow kissed her rosy petals
and her lips soon froze.
Thence to her heart
freezing everything in its way.

With what little warmth
remained,she brew a spell.
In which she poured
all her heart and love.
Lamentably the spell failed
and the snow only grew colder.

Heart frozen and head numb,
finally she became one with the snow.
Still some night when it snows,
you can see her ghost
whimpering for snow's warmth.
And oddly the next morning you see
the most beautiful rainbow amidst the snowfall.

                                                                                               


















 THE END