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.
In the gushing of his dreams, he strummed the breeze, calming the dark nights from the loud whispers of pain.
Maybe we could talk about dreams, goals, life, or causes you fight for, or how you sleep the frustrations away—but you're a cat.
But its dreams died in the heavens, along with its leaves perishing by the wild winds, to lay asleep forever.
Red roses unfurled bright fires by the footsteps of the dead, embers bleed in candlelight orange as it fades into the night.