The frozen sculpture of you burns
Radiant and everything I cannot be
Grace me with your twilight name
Curious and lovely though you are
You still do not see for the trees
Silent in your heated quest
Your torch flickers inside me
Scrape the howling wind from your fingers
Chase the fire-lit moths from my brain
Know that you darken all my days
In the same way, my heart burns brightly
For what you once had and chose to discard
Cry out, lash in pain
But not at the perfect immortal soul
Whose hands clasp gently over my own
You sleep, and I tremble in your dreaming
Even yet, at the hour of death