Hegemony Poem by Sandra Black

My dead soul comes alive
When I speak to you
Each word you speak
Each sound that escapes
Lights the old fire deep within

A dying ember breaks into flames
With the mere mention of your name
Volcanoes of joy erupt within
When with you I begin to sing
Together we are a forest fire of mighty proportions

A note an octave a crescendo
With you it's never a solo
But a harmony an orchestra
The trill of birds a cacophony
You are my joy my hegemony