STEAM

I knew he was of water as soon as he was birthed from my womb.

His cries rang out like waves crashing against a stone wall.

They reverberated through my body and shook my very soul.

As he grew, he became the ocean. 

He was ever moving and changing.

My boundaries couldn't hold his mysterious depths.

He would leave, and bring various debris to my shore.

But, he continuously blessed my saintly home with his laugh- A low one, akin to water rushing in a wild river. 

He filled my home with peace.

His father was of fire.

He blazed on the darkest of nights like an inferno consuming woods.

People swore that there was no hope of taming the flames... But when fire meets water, steam forms.

Yet, fire fears evaporating the water, as water fears diminishing the fire.

I watch them together and I am amazed, as I watch water and fire corral each other. 

And love, like steam, mists.