Flames Ablaze

I set aflame wild

dreams I compile

in my mind while

for them I smile.

When I do linger,

as if a lofty singer,

in desire’s integer

I give it the finger.

Born of fire made,

sent there is grave

a condition behave

I do as if its slave.

Such a sight I see

on a sojourn leave

I must it to relieve

what cuts to bleed.

Stable I’ll now tell

myself I am well

so it I might dispel

what desire compels.

Relinquished it to

archives I’ll choose

to see the sky blue;

not of a lust’s hue.

I’ll search for more

than an eye adores

so a heart not sore

leaves sanity torn.

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