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.
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.
Turbulent flames embraced me in raging petals of marigold, doubts turned into ashes, and so the fires stilled.