I wither hopelessly
In each gracious, transient glance
Spent with great care
Among my skin
Inquiring
Trapped in fervent wondering

Each day lends more of the same
As I trudge on, imploring
Weaving desperately
To each crimson glimmer
Of cast out affection

Like summer night campfires
Dotting the shadowy hills
I dart about madly
Fueled by a savage longing

To each raging plume
That extends its caring welcome
I approach them bashfully
And take flight
Coursing with primal fear

I am christened
The hope-harboring vagabond
With juvenile reveries
Set afire in his hollow sockets

True to this gradual withering
I’ll carry on imploring
As a fading softhearted ghoul
Brimmed with searing regret

Until all cinders
Fall
To their eternal rest