Frustrating was the flickering conflict of the heart.
Puerile me used to fear the inferno of fondness.
Dare not go near, in the embrace of its warmth.
But the choice of being scorched or immolate was beyond us...
Was it the fire I fretted or the amorphous shadow luring by its side?
The ethereal darkness of untold stories, of unknown feelings.
The gossip of fly ashes mingling around choked my flight,
to euphoria, sitting side by side with love beside the glowy burnings.
Now I turn to a different side, a different sight.
I want to show love, my naked self before the moonlight.
I want love, to laugh at my dancing silhouette.
Oh, the dreaming grey is too beautiful to remember this meaningless fight!
And no I am not lost
I am just letting go of the beast