Poison Ivy.

Folding water rippling from a thought

Words spreading across mirrors and pages

This is not new

This is growing;

The fire that lit up the end

The very last night burning new colors

I stared at it with my life

I wanted it to burn forever

But flames aren't meant to hold

Away from the city

Yet we know we have to go back

To that glittering skyline across the water

I prefer this humble blaze

I prefer to let it burn my poison ivy into scars

Singing with only my eyes;