Premature oranges
Hang still above us
The perfection at it's best
A gentle wind blows
Against my face
The flames consume
Other trees
A ring of fire
Eating away at
The crisp grass
" I love you "
A brittle whisper in my ear
I'll remember how
Dark and grim it was
When you spoke
Your last ' I love you '
To me
There is
Always love
At the most grim moments
Inhaling smoke
Heat on our eyelids
Our souls can finally
Rest even in the
Most macabre setting