The Sun, the unrelenting eye
seeing all beneath it as fodder
burning until the feeling dies
with the last whiff of smoke~
Inside, still and brittle obsidian;
mouth torn with sorrow,
but still I walk, climbing high
These thousand stone steps
of the Temple of the Sun
scaled but for one reason~
Your kiss is a black stone knife
and my heart where it will rest
to never again be touched by
faint tremors that caress this valley
under the blazing Sun's burning eye.
Thank you to Charles Gramlich of Razored Zen for allowing me to use the title of this one. He had it laid out as part of a list of possible titles for his newest book, and when i saw the line I just could not get over the emotion it conjured within me.
As you see it made a great prompt. Each line speaks it as the underlying thought, I feel--though perhaps others could have made better use of it than what I have done. Still, I feel my effort was in good spirit and to the best of my abilities... only reflection and my editing process will tell me for certain.