In the darkness

In the darkness, a heart beats quickly, frantic, racing into nothing. Like the wind howling, through the trees on the bleakest night of the year. She doesn’t know, she doesn’t see. Lost, and scared, she runs and darts, going no where, and everywhere. A steady fire burns brightly, comforting it lights her way. She dances around him, whipping him this way, and that way. He barely flickers; his heart keeps a steady pace. The heat of his love steals the cool air from her lungs, leaving her winded, and breathless. Her light and soft breeze, brushes across him, but he never goes out. Instead he consumes all she is, he touches her like no one ever has. She doesn’t always know what to do, she doesn’t always know how to cope, but her heart knows she loves this man. She needs this man. And in the silent depths of her soul, she prays. She prays through all the hurricanes of her confusion, her mistakes. Through all the incineration of his anger, his doubt, that he never lets her go. She softly kisses the flames, and he swiftly cleanses the wind with his passion. No matter which direction the wind takes her, he will always be the one who truly warms her heart, and lightens her soul. She hopes, no matter where he is, when his flames go dim, he can think of her, and burn brighter.