Waxen Tears

Tears glide
down your velvety cheek,
dripping from the flames of your eyes.

I see the ascending dawn within,
I can’t run;
I want to burn with you.

Could be stifled
with water,
yet smolder on.

If for nothing, in vain,
we’ll never know…
we’ll be dead.

I wish of you
to cast out persistent shivers of lonely nights,
with a fiery embrace.

Once beside me,
one to anchor,
when all had fallen.