"The Land of Laughs was lit by by eyes that saw the lights that no one's seen." - Jonathan Carroll

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I have a rage of fire
that you ignite
you know the one that burns the brightest in the evening sky
the one that smolders quietly during the day
hardly seen, nor felt
except when teeth are bared
and thoughts of your dimples take hold
clutching me like there's no tomorrow
and worst,
there's no night, where the shiniest star ever
sears the vast expanse, leaving but trails of ashes,
in its wake.
If, I were to die, it would be a blessed event,
where I wouldn't have to miss another moment
without you, as you rise within the flames
and explode, scattering our parts,
as if they were not even attached.
Falling, later from the moon like fairy dust,
glittering as frost in an early morning's dawn.
So, when you want me bold, beautiful and bright,
watch for tears and pieces of my heart trailing after you.
Look to the sky, find Venus and never let it fall from your eyes,
or have your lips speak another's name.
Drive the flame ever higher,
embarrass the sun with its mere blinding view,
this heat melts the very stones that gave it all birth.
As I have heard you ask before, "What have you done?"
I made light where before there was nothing but darkness,
gave Venus her name, left Prometheus a bit of spark,
found Earth for you to keep and make it a home.
All of this and more, just by fanning a tiny little ember,
making it grow and driving our passions deep, deeper
far into the afterglow of Venus, all night long...