A Shivering Spark

I am a flame sheltered by ice

When you hold me can you sense my spirit?

One that screams in silence,

And passions although loud

do not lay rest in violence,

When you feel me can you bear my scars

For even the winter winds tells tales foretold by the fallen leaves of a soul’s breath so comfortably cold

And tell me,

When you think about loving me,

Do you see yourself falling

For my shining darkness?

For my simple complex?

For my warm winters and my shivering summers?

Do you find the beauty in my chaos?

Or are you rather, chaos looking for a beauty?