Revolving and Pursuing the Sun.

Declare that which you own.
Alone, one makes things better.
Flaming letter, dripping to the ground.
The ominous sound, rolling wind.
Mend these broken hearts,
Avoid the insiduous darts,
Aiming to your soul.

Renounce the ugliness,
The trite, and conscious plight.
Consequences dwell,
For guarding this heart well.

Permitting the pages to turn,
Taciturn, wandering eyes.
Feel your emotions.
Imposing themes, soft moon beams.

Twirling paths and sentiments,
Feelings of certain wrath,
The halycon sunset,
Dwindling to evening.
Awaiting our meeting.