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