you have shown me the warmest colors—truly, sweetly,
and with gentle hands, you guided me out of the damp and
frigid abyss with which my heart remained,
tainted and undignified.  

you ran off and eloped with the sun, and ever since, have shone so bright that I have lost my balance completely,
though I no longer feel sorrow for myself.

my head was once an inferno, but I have since traded the flames for another fortune.
violet hues and soft scents of eucalyptus filled the air and,
almost suddenly,
I felt at peace.

as I watched you blossom into shapes of lilies, I aspired to find a new home, and soon settled in a vast field, encompassed with strawberries, plump and rich and saccharine.
various shades of red melted off onto my hands and left them permanently stained.

I had once deserted myself—my entire being made into a shameful bore, paying no mind to myself
nor those in which I cherished most—it was then that I knew I must become renewed.

I found a wooden basin and filled it to the brim with the finest oils and rinsed off any remaining impurities,
and while allowing my bones to breathe,
I wondered where you have gone to.

for now, I’ll succumb to the light of the moon, and dwell within my new being—refined.