Volcano

Some day,
High upon a pinnacle,
I’ll find those sharp,
Sweet points of resolution.

But until then,
I think I’ll hoard up
In the warm, dark confines
Of my treasure chest

Every single sugar-coated
Moment of completion,
Tentative and short-lived
Though they be.

One day,
Deep inside this churning,
Heaving core, the passion
Will erupt in endless flame.