a poem by John B. Wilson, 1988
fire water air earth — and the quintessence about them all
Gleaming motes of light in the infinite dark expanse; home to the immortal Phoenix, firebird born from dying ashes; bright coals, creating rainbow-hued dancing flames; rippling upon star-lit roaring waves; thunderous storms sprinkling life; cascading over mountain falls; birthing the chromatic arc in the forest mist; cool, brisk, Autumn breeze; fiery leaves swirling; breath of the Earth, fleeting wisps over omnipotent solidness; deep, powerful, the ancient hearthstone; glowing in eternal midnight; dripping with gleaming motes of light in the infinite dark expanse...
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