In the early morning I awoke to look out of my bedroom window at the deep blue atmosphere
turning pale against the mid morning sky. I look at the depths of ice encrusted mountain peaks and I think 
of your eyes. How blue the are. Blue as glaciers.

Your eyes told stories and spoke of a wildness that existed  long ago, a fire that once burned bright
against the snow of youth-full adventure. I miss the empty promises in my mind, that same fire holding
 both of us together united in flame, but all fires eventually burn out and people around them get burned.
Armour was forged from that same fire- you were my Joan of Arc and your valiance was your sacrifice . 

I could not wield your armor; only fire could do that. It was too thick and it burned to the touch. I soon discovered
it was fire who was your lover. When you gazed at the sky that satisfaction in your eyes was billion year old fire,
which howled at the moon since the dawn of time; when steely molten rock was forged from the earth....