She Walks In Fire Poem by Suzanne Hayasaki

She walks in fire like the dusk
As crimson tones ignite the sky
And fills my senses with her musk
In silken rhythms she walks by
Her skin as pale as antique tusk
Belies the heat behind her eyes

Each day as evening settles in
She walks along this path alone
She seems to long for what has been
Or search for something yet unknown
But could I be her lover's twin
And with his voice my love intone!

Alas, each time she passes me
She walks as if within a trance
Her eyes lit up with passion see
The scenes from some relived romance
While I in my mute passivity
Refrain from taking up the dance.