The tooth of time is molding us, shaping us. The spark, the ignition, that fed on the free air and set off our wildfire, is transforming. Something new is being born.

The grass is burning under our backs still, our bodies intertwined, pressured against the other. Your heart, my heart, pounding, in tandem. My body making marks on yours, your body is ripping my heart out. I'm still burning, of you.

But time, time is finding our flaws, making our mistakes, stumbling on our words - making the world visible again, through the smoke.

The only constant to be counted on, is the certainty of change. Equally inevitable as the break of spring after a cold winter. The tooth of time will have it's way with us, we are but specks of dust at it's hand. Uncertainties and hopes, are not in its regard.

Welcome it, the inevitable, love it - the tide is coming, the world will catch up with us - we will have to take the plunge and find ourselves together, in the deep that is this world.

From the ashes forming under us as we lie, willowherb and forest flowers will spring.

Wildfire - is how nature create new beginnings.