Closterkeller

I'd stay too close to the sun
And I shine so bright...
Maybe you knew that it burns the heart
To be turned crystalline
Among the blades of grass
I, a flower hidden, waiting
Exposing petals I long to
Give my thoughts as an offering
The sky is of a graphite hue
The walls breathing graphite air
Two days of keeping a vigil
Two days, a painfully long spell
Bound by fear...
I'd stay too close to the sun
Now I'm lost, now I'm ashen...
My temple's crumbling; it dawns on me
That I mistook misgivings for faith
Bound by fear...