Light of the Heavenly Flame

In the heart of stars, I found your name,
Etched in whispers of celestial flame.
You burned with grace the heavens crave,
Yet left me ash ; a willing slave.

Your warmth was sunlight draped in pain,
A kiss that melted soul and chain.
Each glance; a spark, divine, untamed,
Each word; the script the cosmos framed.

I reached, but distance bloomed instead,
My fingers brushed the light you shed.
For love of fire, my wings betrayed,
And into you; I fell, decayed.

Still, your glow haunts this mortal air,
A sacred ache I choose to bear.
If love must wound, then let it sear,
For in your flame, I disappear.

So burn, my muse, through night’s despair ,
The world may fade, but you are there.