Flame

In silence, I scream.

The mute voice's hymn.

Symphony without rhythm.

But then my heart beats fast.

So fast that it's deafening.

Yet I chose to be oblivious,

Of everything and everyone.

That will save me the tears.

Knowing you won't hear a bit,

Of my life's dismal regrets.

I've made the heart of a furnace.

Such vivid and wild and fierce.

With my constant winter season.

Thine heart's burning ablaze.

It's my flag of shy surrender.

My ambiguous known disaster.

Your life and mine is a roller coaster.

Our season has been done and gone.

Yet memories in every teardrop lives.

Let all drop and get carried by the wind.

The wind doesn't care what's frozen.

This heart is a furnace still ablaze.

Burning in the madness of your freezing coldness.

Such is a paradox of an eccentric.

I make Time my friend for all is bound.

By a tic tac, none holds aground.

So be merry or be weary life's yours to choose.

Whether you keep a furnace of freezing cold,

Or hope to melt a frozen ball of warmth caress.

Unless we realign all that has been messed,

We'll keep such a facade in our faces.

But this life is not ours to keep.

Like time and memories, all are lent.

So when the madness of fire melts the ice.

All the bittersweet memories will fade away.

Then return to ashes including you and me.