Way out here, your eyes appear a star.
Those waving, rushing storms conceal your heart,
And cloud nine high, they burn, an acid touch.
And some ways closer look a barren white.
And yet I know
Those ardent flames do dance beneath your face,
And down below, your passion glows with fire.
Molten metals flow down from your peaks,
Silver streaks, a beauty, and a terror.
How I do long to float up in your skies,
To ride your storms, and share the biting pain.
To feel your heat, and know your soul
And leave this Earth behind.
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