The sound of shattered glass,
Fills me with unfounded fear,
Yet it soothes the fantasies,
As droplets blur my vision.
Lingering obsessions lay embedded,
Enticing unshed tears to surge.
A shadow begins to waver,
Waking my saccharine dreams.
Ubiquitous and enchanting,
Privately embracing in rapture.
Simple words are softly stolen,
While whispers feed the night.
Obsidian dreams and a pallid heart,
Rousing dreadful captivations.
Innocence swept into maturity,
Vacant eyes pleading with time.
A single glance ignites fire,
A faint touch overflows,
A red moon glitters in the distance,
As pure white flowers unfold.
The cadenced pounding continues,
Calling to lost angels.
Soaring in a sweet requiem,
The world slowly fades away.