You

Your glow is an eternity,
Hot and mystical,
Dance of molecules,
Of elementals,
At the point of transfiguration.

When memory circulates
Like the bloodstream,
When love is a shadow,
Evanescent and fleeting;
Elusive as the phantom waters
Of mirage.

Can we be finite,
Boundless as a sphere?
Can we grasp
The space between words?