Illusive passion

How do you hold a heart of flame the aftermath of an explosion that came leaving heart lame
Loosing grip on a hand of smoke my touch broke that in erosion lovers maim
To tame a storm, change a cloud's form, hang on to the wind
Mortal fingers are not made to cling to a shade, breezes can not be pinned
Can one stem the tide or lightning guide, such only can borrow sorrow
For a plant to grow one must let nature go, the sun will raise again tomorrow