To the Flame

Let branches burned, cascade!
Let precious brands betray the night!
Let scream, the mountains storm!
Let lighting stall the coming day!

In pins to board, like moths,
Would life restrain to beauty hold.
When wings can’t beat to fly,
Is beauty weighed in rot prolonged.

Fires gladly strip my lust,
Inferno smoke in heaven’s rise.
Last flight to know it’s quell,
Than never-end of shadow box.

So, burn your words in me,
As joy, I flare to ash in you.
As flame to wings speeds flight,
Acquire your fearless symmetry.

Enternal in your light,
Nirvana in your temple’s pyre,
In vapor’s grace my words,
That curl in shows of heat bestowed.

Let branches burned, cascade,
Let precious brands betray the night.
As wings glide soft to you,
Your blaze my lasting heaven’s sight