Drown me in the midnight skies in the hues of deep blue, like waves drifting me ashore, lost in the sound of my heartbeat.
Her words are not to fool, but are flowers so sweet and colorful.
Hear the voices of the past, and of the men who faded into time and their footsteps that moved the ground until it was forgotten.
Hopes ablazed in fires of summer, fallen in thousand leaves of gold, embracing the ground of its pieces, to sleep until the rivers flow again.
Burn me in the clouds of fire to carry the ashes into the heavens that make the stars at night by the warm evening sky.