Tis April when the moon is full
And spring dictates a strange desire;
Our souls, together, it will pull
To meet, again, erect a pyre.

Beneath the twinkling stars unite
Acquaintances both far and close.
Against the wind the fire ignite
To justify a sacred cause.

To put ablaze all that we spurn
And find new meaning in the flame:
Unequal born, as equals burn
One soul, one heart, we melt the same.

The earth rotates, aglow with chars,
Which soon become the rising sun—
A manifest of countless stars
As always when the night is done.