Rippled Wave

Prints are made on skin displayed
the echoes of the soul
Rippled tale of misted veil
as heat doth take it's toll
Graced to dance with little chance
to solo guided glory
For tiny waves are history made
the etching of our story
Fiery forge my heart engorge
enrapt in flaming flicker
Thirsting for that burning more
as thirst gives way to thicker
Burning hot with teachings taught
let go to gain control
Prints are made on skin displayed
the echoes of our soul