Fist tightly clutched

Around tears caught like wind-driven pearls,

Cast by a careless hand.

Hold them close,

The remnants of a dream in diamond technicolor

Proved as only glass,

But valued more than life,

And bought dearer than death.

Carrying to the brink

A treasure now worthless,

Let them slip, drops

Between long, pale fingers,


Casting tears

Into a darklit ocean