Words

A wish of gods
In tongues of snakes
The truth may speak

Heat

Dying flurries
Melting in the shoes
A whole day's sweat 

Convergence

Heat waves folding
Into a tsunami
Quite of a storm

Convergence

Old impossibles
In the light of a new truth
Quite of a sunset

Bites

Old loving dragons
Biting from a mans young soul
Feeding a lifetime 

Look

A monster's eyes
Look through the darkness
Old summer's sky