Elvira

At night you blossom

with rage and fire

You burn all within range

I fear from afar

Silence when near

You burn all

You burn me

You burn us

Papers till its not

–

At night you blossom 

with honey and sunflower

You burn all within range

I fear no more

Dotted lines in sight

You have burnt all

Scars embedded in my soul

There is no us

Memories till its not

–

At dawn we are free

without hate or remorse

All in sight 

A mere thought

Free of an idea

Free from the spell of time