Seasons

The seasons forever changing 
Like me, like all of us. 
But to exist softly, ever so softly 
In the in between 
With no chaos, no pain
Sweetly, safely, serene like 
But all my devotions turn to violence
And dreams withdraw suddenly 
Wishing only to be a feather
Like sorcery, dancing with flame
Turning, falling, flailing, floating 
Violently fighting, teasing the flames
Wishing for a strong breeze 
To gently carry me away.