I will carve
My heart, out
And climb to
Mountain height
With a
chisel hand
To feel
Thy fire of love
In volcano erupt
O, my beloved
I dare not
Do an art
To thy form
But my wish
Cut through
My silence
A drop of
Molten tears
Bleed from
My beating heart
Streaking the
Face of time
Till the
Ember end
” Ember End ” exhibits its author’s stylistic qualities to perfection ; effusive , passionate and committed .
So much thanks Sir Louis Kasatkin! Every word of thy beam a light to me! So thankful to thee for being my friend!
Striking beauty!
So much thanks for thy beauteous comment Iulia gherghei!