I consume what is immolating within.

As your reverent offering casts a feverish love in smoke,

I, too, wring my heart to cough up the cancerous worries that malignantly careen.

Desiring a night sky complete with just one exuberant star under the celestial cloak,

A sincere star that sheds a courageous light on to this solitary road,

Your silent undulation reveals you, too, can serenely gloat.

Oh, the waxed tears heavily laden with laborious load,

They flow but do not fleet and the hardened trails of lava-like memories remain to flood.