I beg forgiveness to the sky
For stealing two of the brightest stars
To to put them into your eyes

Because I swear,
Every time I look into those eyes of yours
*My heart already made a wish,
Before my mind could even form a sentence

I wish you would stay awake tonight ,
But your Eyelids bear the burden of your past ,
And your Eyelashes are anchored to caskets heavy ,
With logs of unburnt memories ,
Logs fit for the pyre of your past ,
That you chose to maroon on uninhabited shores.

I wish you would stay awake tonight ,
And watch me burn myself at the pyres of your past ,
And keep you warm enough to outlive this winter,
And every winter destined to come ,
And dream of a tomorrow,
Unstained by the poison spilt last night.

I wish you would stay awake tonight ,
And let me gaze away at those stormy eyes ,
Which unlike mere spheres of crystal beads ,
Mirror the memories that lurk ,
Beneath a veil, well woven with lies ,
And spun out of strands of false felicity,

I wish you would stay awake tonight ,
And sing me a different song each hour ,
Till your song outlives the eternal force ,
That rolls the wayward wheel of time ,

I wish you would stay awake tonight,
But then , I know you won’t .

You didn’t just break a mirror today.
Go Ask the shards of broken dreams .
Which lie ebbing away on the marble floor ,
Painted crimson by your hands ;
And you will hear them whisper,
The susurration of the fallen .
The susurration  of truth .
Heart them narrate
A tale of the vanquished .
For that is all I am ,
Vanquished .
Spent.
And Quashed .
Like the demons of desire,
Living a life of Denial,
In your hooded eyes .

You didn’t just break a mirror today,
You shattered the only abstract left in my shallow world.
You shattered my occult hope ;
An abstract alien to cynics ,
Of life , love and all that once made us celebrate our kind.
But the reviving spirit ,
For someone who has everything to lose.

You didn’t just break a mirror today .
You broke my silent mistress,
A lover who witnessed more than you ever did.
A mate who knew more than you ever will.
And yet ,
Who Never did judge .
And know these love ,
Its death will not wipe the slates of memory clean  .
For  the bitter wine spilt last night;
Has stained us .
But also ,
Has reminded us .
Of what we could be , but never will be.

You didn’t just break a mirror today .
Ask the pieces of your broken image,
That beg clemency from your shrine .
A Shrine of solitude you have built for yourself.

You didn’t just break a mirror today ,
You broke yourself.

The creaking of ,
The staircase plank ;
The stubborn stench,
Of the ale we drank ;
The surreal smile
Of the carpet stain ;
Are the muses that drive ,
Verses of pain .

When the fruits of blindness,
Ripen red;
When fading memories,
Yield up the dead;
Then the potion of regret,
Begins to be brewed ;
Even by Silver Sorcerers,
Of Fallen Solitude.

In the shadow ,
Of every page i tear ;
Your halcyon laughter,
Is all i hear;
For behind the veil,
That hides the scar;
I trace the footsteps ,
To a heart afar .

We should have parted ways ,  
Like we parted lips
For were we the makers ,  
Of our bitter eclipse

And Now .
The Strings lie silent
And forgotten,
My muse is dead,
And the memories have rotten.
The dawn of the dusk
Is now on our hands,
As solitude greets
From stranger’s stands.

So.
The music of solitude,
Will await  no dancer;
We were our questions,
But are we our answers?