The Amber Sun Poem by Asma Khan

You leave my thoughts untitled
each time you cross my mind
such feeling are always clear
whether or not you can find


The dying ambers in the sun
shed all its color
pulling forward its hopes
made it duller


The cold night did not contain
my emptiness better than you
some of which was hurtful
and somewhat true


Without wings I can fly with you
anywhere anytime
I held all dreams in the awake of
of this chime


If it burnt you somewhere, don't
mistaken it for fire
for it will surely turn your courage
to a living desire


I can't say what will become of me
and this hollowness
let's leave a few things in the hands
of destiny not craziness