Burning With Flames

Who calls my name 
when I am absent 
from the stage? 

Do you want me 
for the endgame, my 
future decided beforehand? 

Until you come back 
I will remain in 
shadows of time to come. 

The grape seed extract 
and your brown 
irises have, become water lilies. 

And I catch fire 
in midstream, when 
night was feeding the moon.