A series of poems (cont.)

In hazy moonlight
Some somber tears glow.
Like roaring windswept
Hearth burnt embers floating on
The burning air of my soul.
Melting decadence
Until the structure
That is simply man remains.
These tears cannot rust
My times true virtue.
The divine alloys the earth
Into the superstructure
That builds skyscrapers.
That builds bridges into hearts
So thick with dry underbrush
That fire could not extinguish.
Set fire to the veils for years.
For years I burned my soul.
And still my soul burns.