Serenade Poem by Jason Bradley

Through ire, all of grace and eloquence
Beholden to none
Frigid, laced with fiery dissonance
Hopeful for passion

Lost, the Healer who watches from afar
Still burning with hope
Reaching for the star that keeps hearts ajar
Gives reason to cope

With which fire do you burn so brightly?
Most brilliant star
But what burns attracts a moth, unsightly
And leaves but a scar

Revived one could be by the bright embers
Through dissonance, true
Unwavering and loyal 'til cinders
Held by eyes of blue