The Lava Rock

The Promise

If you are the fire that rages
I am the smoldering heat of your embers 
If yours is the merciless fall from grace
I will be the silk that cradles you in silence 
If you are destruction in all its glory 
I am the slow enduring promise of dawn
Yes, your love is fire
Mine is the warm rich loam
That breathes life as it smothers your flame 

Beenish