Dust on the wind,

A horizon obscured,

A shift of light,

Stretching into the void,

Forever to turn,

I await your embrace,

The fire you burn,

It bleeds into space,

Primary I am,

But also unseen,

Ripe and juicy,

And something obscene,

Many things I can be,

And one out of three,

The rage that you feel?

That’s me, you see,

The life I give,

Can be drained away,

A drop, a spatter,

A line, a spray,

Of all the colours,

I am the best,

I embody the life,

That beats in your chest.