Chrysanthemum

Burning in my eyes
The cold of longing

Often pondered
Endless are the colors
Of the buried thoughts of my desires

Wasted, useless
From my lamentations

Feeble wonders
Falling deeper down

Lie

False is the wind beneath your sigh
Daylight reigns clear upon the frailty of the mind
Passion and wisdom cannot save me from my fate

Masked in snow
Winter is nigh
Once a heart
Now is ice