The sun keeps on rising
Yet, there is no blue—
It keeps on setting,
Yet, there is no red,
As if every hue had bled
Onto this crown of lavender around my neck.

Let every ray
Burn through my bones,
Let the dust remind you
Of the star we once were,
Let my remains evaporate among the clouds,
The rain, drown this Earth,
The fire, be meaningless

Once coming back home to
Your light,
Forever coming back home to
September's embers.