How She Paints the Sky

She lays her hands on the burning coals, Watches as her plain freckled skin transforms Now alive with heated reds and oranges. And the colors, they remind her, Of his sunset, that promised a cooler night to come. These embers pump through her veins, Leaving black behind them like the coming of a starless night. She runs her now blackened arms across the dying coals, And as heat reaches her heart, Scorching all she has along the way, She reaches her arm above her and waves goodbye to his fading sun. Her ashes painting the colors of the sky black, Her tears falling up to dot the sky with stars.