in the flicker of morning sun
to you, I surrender in my mind
breath like the warm southern zephyr
blowing strands of hair across your eyes

your flame a welcome scourge to memory -
purging all that I was, pieces and fragments
long since shattered into dust

it touches me, a brief instance
when your eyes shimmered with sun's heat
light piercing my breast,
I succumb to the dawnfire within you


Penned by my hand on the 25th of Arios, in the year 205 MA.