The fire burns with red and gold,
It crackles like a restless dream.
The winds will carry what’s untold.

The burning sky will soon unfold,
Its flames, they rise with steady gleam.
The fire burns with red and gold.

A tale of ancient wrath, so bold,
The sky ignites with a scream.
The winds will carry what’s untold.

Beneath the storm, hearts will hold,
Their strength is more than it may seem.
The fire burns with red and gold.

Through ash and ember, stories old,
We walk where shadows softly beam.
The winds will carry what’s untold.

In heat and fury, we are sold,
Yet still we chase the fleeting dream.
The fire burns with red and gold,
The winds will carry what’s untold.

Telling you I miss you
won’t make me miss you less
but my god how much I just
want to tell you
that I miss you
when I breathe in
when I breathe out

her smile glowing like a moonlight in the sky,
soft as feather, brighter than a star.
my eyes can't process how beautiful
all i can do is admire it

i asked the moon, “why do I feel this way?
why do the stars all dim everytime i saw her?”
it sighed, “because her light outshines the night
she’s not just beauty, she’s the reason why.”

“i wish i were beside her,” i sighed to the moon.
“what would you do?” it asked, softening its glow.
my heart beating fast, “just let her know
she’s my dream, and i want it to be true.”

It’s  a grey sky with hint of  clouds
Warm humid air along the atmosphere
Upbeat day
Enjoying the heat

Always autumn in me
The plunge to the ground
The pull of the wind
I approach the end as autumn does
Slowly,
                    
                     Lingering in cold mornings

Never winter in me
Never snow or ice
Always only the movement towards
If it is autumn always
There may not be any spring
One cannot be reborn
                     In such a chill as this
There may never be summer
                     In such a wind as this
Autumn in my soul
This movement unto shall be enough for me
                     This movement unto shall be enough for me