By Angel  no1halo@yahoo.com
Date: 7 October 1999

Fate

We are dancing all around Love
Like natives around a sacred fire
Teasing it
Beckoning it
Yet, not getting close enough to get burned
We are the flames 
And our love is the bottom of the wood, warming to US
We can not contain this fire
No more than the Chesire Cat can contain himself
We are him and our love is his smile
It will not fade until we do
And we are becoming crystal clear
One good breeze and that log is gonna burn

Angel 10/8/99