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.
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.
Summer – fiery as your flair, entrenched in the hats you wear; perilous thrills are your friends, in solitude, your fervor ascends.
Sweet petals follow my thirst, come die in the path I'm taking, to bloom the colors of May and to burn in crimson and gold.