Turbulent flames embraced me in raging petals of marigold, doubts turned into ashes, and so the fires stilled.
In the gushing of his dreams, he strummed the breeze, calming the dark nights from the loud whispers of pain.
Bereaving of the death of love, embraced by the cold winters of the absence, to beg and to have failed.
Let the lightning hit your heart, burning the memories of warm nights.
Its judgement weighs my soul, counts my value in pure gold.
And in the ravaging storms, he is at peace in your love.
His soul depart his heart to rest with the stars at night.