Wildfire - The Silk Demise

Wake to this:

Choking thoughts have blossomed flames

Wake to this:

A paper city falling, charred and grey

I can’t keep staring at the sky

I can’t keep staring at the sky

Close my eyes, but I see the spark from inside

It’s the way I dream you

Between the hills on fire and wish for rain

It’s the way I dream you

Smoke signals rise

Is there any help in sight?

I’ll watch for signs

That the fire’s growing dim

And new life can begin