Child of Air,
Let your feet touch the ground now.
The fire is gone out.
No more hot bouyant drafts to lift you high, higher, highest…
Child of Fire,
Let the ashes settle now.
All the air has left the room.
No more will the breath on your neck, make you burn hot, hotter, hottest..
Somewhere, along the way, the path turned And feet went different ways.
But hearts, walk the same path still,
Breathing together, Burning together
Biding their time ’til the path, she turns again.