The daylight sun unfold my eyes

to a bouquet of reminiscence in flames.

A sight so hurting and blazing

but too applauding to gaze away.


By way of my ear whirled a familiar

yet startling melody of the breeze.

It whined desire and might have been.


This song always beguiled me when

it was born from deceptive carmine rims

and a peck so close but far-flung.

What beautiful music there was that moment.

quite a funeral march to the beauty of a flame.


It was my core that became a moth gaunt

to those flaming eyes sheltered in blue.

That day recalled to me how it always was

to be with you.

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