Wake up Silly
It’s here

Smoke from belly flame
Kindling licks
Dragon fire birth

Chills for thawing heart
Skin races
Softness sets in

Words on the tongue
Spring forward
Truth time tells

Face in the mirror
Flower budding
Never more beautiful

Music of inner voice
Vibrate soul
I made it

I. Made. It.

I thought you the moon
You ended up being the sun

I burned up
Evaporated

Dew drop disappeared
Burned grass
No respite shade

Soul cancer