Winter nights, burning cinder. by Sierra sylvie

Winter nights, burning cinder.

As I lie here with eyes that ,

Glint while the cinder burns each memory softly.

As I lie here with those eyes that ,

Soar across every memory longing to be embraced.

As I lie here with a body ,

Longing to be worshipped

As I lie here with the body ,

Of rusted skin from the torrent of tears .

As I lie here with a soul ,

Suffering from the resentment of an eclipse

As I lie here with a soul , striving to cherish the thistle garden of heart.

As I lie here with an aching heart ,

Waiting for a lullaby , only to recite it myself.