Cerulean eyes flecked with gold,
I watched as they turned ice cold,
I felt his warmth leave my bones,
The chill of a thousand gravestones,
His tears pierced my soul like swords,
I lit the match and let it fall on our chords,
Up above, I could hear the sparrows cry,
As we burned gold under the starlit sky,
And as the flames turned all I was to dust,
His eyes met mine and we cried stardust,
Gold, brilliant gold, was how we said goodbye.
Gold, dazzling gold, was our dying lullaby.
