Crisscrossing The Sahara's Of My Mind

What ashen embers do I discern today? Crisscrossing the Sahara's of my mind. Thoughts dull lone starlight can purvey, They're meanings, I desired to slay Sea-winging-dragons I wanted to bind. Spy me afloat some flotsam cloud Because all my battles; have past I'm breathless as a storm disavowed. Colours pass me colourless, all precast. Whatever; was burning, I disallowed. They warm me but I'm forlorn with thoughts Ocean wave's insolvent carry on in subplots They convey little as they wash over me. But here for a few cinders to fuel Love is a war-prone to cutlass duels. Heartache is its amber residue! Cherished as a blacken rosemary chain. That's wrapped around a heart outgrew Hearts that discover all passions slew Are mapped in mine! Now ashen lain.