I walk down the street
An empty path of silence
Above my head is a blanket
Of a woven desert of stardust
I stared  blankly and there I wonder
Did that star caught your fragile heart?

You burn
So softly, almost
As if your light
Flickered and fought
But dimmed,
And bled towards the night,
Amidst the broken undertones
Of burning plumes  
Puffing
Lost desires.

In life, through it all, there lies
A truth that never dies.
It’s the voice in your name
That calls through fires
And dances in the smoke from the flame.

Here in this wood, Oh how it rains!
Yet still that call remains.
In peals it’s singing clear,
The sigh of a thousand pains
From the voice I’ll never hear.