Scarlet Dance

Chasing scarlet flow,
the fruits that feed the flames.
I’ve kissed the grace of dawn
and soundlessly escaped.
And all the feelings vibrant,
and all the leaves of scarlet dance.
The elevations join
and linger on display.
It’s swirling in my mind
in illuminated waves.
And chosen winds will follow,
and all is warm of vital breath.
And all the feelings vibrant,
and all the leaves of scarlet dance.