For You Again

My avalanche, the flame
that threatens from a fragile spark:
lights around it don't astound it;
neither does the dark.

My forest fire, the chill
that itches right inside the spine;
shudder, scratch, and kiss of match
but silent stars resigned.

My tidal wave, the breeze
who can do nothing but persist
to murder bones and knock at stones,
to prod the pacifist.

My love for you, the sea
that softly echoes up the shade
and screams the white, unending plight
that she herself has made.


~
Age when written: 15