To Burn

I am the shadow of your dreams. I am the forgotten spring.
I am a petal fallen into your restless mornings.
I am the pain that has neither time nor bottom,
That softly weeps in the silence of the dawn.

You searched for me in the voices of others,
In the sugar of lips, in fleeting kisses.
But I was in the tremor of your warmth,
In the line that drifted through cold worlds.

I burned within you like a night lantern –
I asked for neither salvation nor reward.
I am the fire of your heart. Your own mist,
That learned not to fade, but simply to burn.