Declaration

Aeolian fire,
Burning the tips of my fingers
As I reach to touch
Its flaring brilliance.

Aeolian wind,
Tousling my hair.
Surrounding me in a whirlwind
Of magnificence.

Aeolian earth,
The support beneath my feet
As I stand braced
Against those who destroy my art.

Aeolian soul,
Brushing mine.
Knowing intimately the depth
Of wisdom that resides there.