Fire
The words still left unspoken
set ablaze the spoken words.
Fire, whatever it touches glows,
whatever it leaves is reduced to ashes.

Air
Spoken words swirled
gyrating around the words
still left unspoken.
Even as the most ravaging cyclone
carries within it the centre to which
It must eventually come to rest

Water
A wave, a surge, a relentless upheaval;
Are you to me the river?
Are you to me the sea?
Or indeed the river in the sea?
Are you to me
the tempestuous yet serene voyaging sea itself
which no one entering twice
has ever now found the same!