Volcano of emotion,
I erupt.
Silent and cloudless nights embrace
shattered by loves fire,
showering blistering embers
through the gracefully opaque sky.
The moons gentle smile shines
over seared love,
it attempts to mask my deceit and hide my lies.
Red hot coals rain upon my heart,
they burn and crackle through my yellow brick road.
A crude resemblance to bread crumbs
reveals a fleeting glimpse of possibility,
and a path may come.
Because from death comes life.
Surely heavens stairway can be reconstructed
from scorched hopes
and a puddle of tears.
But for now I carry the burden of smoldering dreams,
candles tormented flame
bred by scalded spirit,
and with gasping attempts
I extinguish loves flickering beauty.