Dying Embers

She wants to tear into her soul to see the beauty it might hold.
The intensity of her emotions are burning out and going cold.
The embers that remain, wait in longing for that gust of air,
To evoke that raging inferno in which all of her is laid bare.

She folds into herself like the supernova explosion of a star.
Yet none are shaken by the devastation or extent of her scars.
Content in oblivity, they mill about their naive existence.
No reaction as her magnificent light extinguishes in the distance.

She either embraces you completely with her incandescent light.
Or she will embrace you with a coldness that is feared by death and night.
There is nothing in-between, no no-man’s land or middle ground to possess.
You either live in her glorious rapture or die from the void in her caress.

Her omnipresent fire is not meant to be owned, captured or subdued.
She is a wild, raging storm, with fierce longing and desire she is imbued.
Her foundations do not shake for the narrow-mindedness of the human race.
She is meant to be unleashed and wreak havoc on this desolate place.

If there were but one brave enough to free her from her cage.
Only one to see the beauty, truth and purity of her pent up rage.
A single soul that sees perfection in what endless wonder she would share.
Someone to see into her core and be awed by the fragile being he finds in there.

Her embers glow in longing, fearing the echoed silence in her heart.
Dying, lonely, one by one as she starts to rip herself apart.
Her skin burns for a caress and lips wanton for a single taste.
Her body aching for more than this emptiness that lays her tears to waste.

Her quietness is louder than the piercing shrieks of a million tongues.
Yet it goes unnoticed as the last of her resolve passes through her lungs.
If her heart is left to freeze over, she will surely die!
So she folds into herself. She is half dead, but too afraid to cry...

Patiently her embers wait for her to tear into her soul and be exhumed.
Awaiting the winds of change to seep in through her open wounds...
For one to melt away this icy cage and scorch her lips, her skin, her heart.
For one strong enough to put together what once was torn apart.