Healed over scars of ashes and ruby

The golden haze of wondrous memories has us aglow

& The silver blades of pain riddled words hides as our tongues.

As we stood, we became war torn pieces of land.

Like bells, delicate blossoms of emotion fell to our feet

Illuminated by pocked moon’s light

Healed over scars of ashes and ruby

Still decorate pale winsome chests of ours.

Amber and sapphire no longer blinked, glazed in their fortified thoughts.

Dried were the tracks of s a l i n e upon our cheeks.

Naught but crocodile tears.

As our lips whispered g o o d b y e . . . .

The End.