Driftwood fire

Driftwood Fire Its tender, warm opaline glow--- Rises up as an iridescent helix Combing the darkness gently. ************** When I first met him He was pulling an arrow Out of the snakes mouth. And tonight we are standing waist deep In the shallow rivulet, embracing each other And I press my cheek on his chest and ask Where are we going, dear, where are we going I dont know, he whispers, but my darling We are two pieces of driftwood, Seldom destined to meet, Let me treasure this moment forever Because such moments never repeat. I saw Roses leaping over the fences When in grey waters, we lit our fire And I heard moths beating their wings I felt the old snow hills perspire.....