Passion

NOTHING

I pour my desires
into the drums that make
the loudest noise. I fill
them with my passion un-
-til they overflow in silence
that breaks the noise.

I fetch my desires
and pour into flames,
But they burn Into dust;
and the fire quenched in-
-to ashes;
A clash of zeal equals
nothing. I become lukewarm.
I become an empty drum.

Tochi