of fire and miles away
my dear fire,
are you burning over there?
i cannot see you,
but i remember lighting you.
a long while ago
when the sun was still golden,
and the mark of your flesh
was still a burning imprint on my bed.
my dear fire,
are you burning over there?
i cannot see you,
but i remember lighting you.
a long while ago
when the sun was still golden,
and the mark of your flesh
was still a burning imprint on my bed.
