16 August 2012
I cry tears of molten fire, Amber, gold and blue, Tears of yellow scorching heat, As fresh as morning dew.
Imagine ash as teary-tracks, Imagine fire as tears, Imagine scalding skin when sad, That fire within those years.
I cry tears of fiery depths, I know no other way, I cry lava, bright! So bright! You've seen no like of day.
Imagine tear ducts set on fire, Imagine drops of heat, Dying down to crumbs of ash, Dripping to my feet.
Fire Tears. • Opuss № I