Arsonist Looking For Fire

This voice screaming inside,
The only way to quell its thirst,
To see the long-lost moon,
Otherwise my aching heart might burst.

Silver dew drops falling from up high,
Whirling with the crimson waterfall,
Denizens of somber lands, crawl,
Petrified, I fear the time is neigh.

Dynamite stacked neat, ready for retreat,
Fuse dangling close to longing flame,
Every thought, heart skips a beat,
Dancing wildly in the blazing rain.

Jet black walls, tear-filled, blasted apart,
Feet dangling in whirlpools of abyss,
Waiting for the distant light to restart,
What dreamers crave, lifelong simple bliss.

My only wish,
To lay eyes on what I miss,
To marvel one more time,
At you,
The silver moon.