EMBER END

I will carve
My heart, out
And climb to
Mountain height
With a
chisel hand
To feel
Thy fire of love
In volcano erupt

O, my beloved
I dare not
Do an art
To thy form
But my wish
Cut through
My silence

A drop of
Molten tears
Bleed from
My beating heart
Streaking the
Face of time
Till the
Ember end