The Days I Desire

The days I desire are hard to come by, not for the sunsets but my heart's own fire. Reborn like a phoenix from the ashes of the night before. In unison, my heart, my soul without me involved agree to have a new goal. Tell me then who do I turn to? Reason? "Shall we plan for the much-needed treason?" Carried by the light of the eternal nirvana where no days come nor does desire.