Dip me in alchemy, extract my gold,
in pacified bloom, soul stands while burning
How these legs wary from this frictioned tread,
from barren empire where sands are burning
Sobered lips of anger forfeit to pen
soul scorches paper when hands are burning
Release the melancholy leaves to flame,
amber sun’s heavenly fans are burning
We fail in semantics of controlled burns,
forget to build when the spans are burning
Our chaos of heat circles our life’s trace,
our endless stars ignite bands of burning
My internal script is not your war zone,
not with the fall of your lands I’m burning
Jessica Lee McMillan © 2020
