Crystals form like jeweled life
Grow from the constricting frame
Patterns that blur the view
While binging sight clear
The royal black of a darkless night
Winter’s light bent through the blankets
Snow and clouds that freeze the air
Surreal held at bay by the fragile pane
Lifeless world built on the still
A sea of gentle harshness
Cutting the flesh
Soothing the mind
World on nothingness and silence
Filled with images of a time lost
Of what could and should and was
But held no more reality than shadow
Demon spirits of hope and dream
Dance on the sea of imagined bliss
Passing off fantasy of a destined truth
Spiked by the delusions of spite.
G - April 2009
2 years ago