Under heavens zephyrs,
In a bewitching renaissance;
Flat whiskey soaked pianos askew a lilac-like ambiance.
Over willows breath; strung aback tight, like drum-skin,
Two shadows stand with their hands clasped
Like star-baby fashion.
Somber, old and darling vinyl vanity sets;
Crystal ***** on earrings.
Spider satin brew on honey-dew nights;
In floating teacups we are spinning.
In twilight mines; hypnotized sirens.
Tethered feathers strung in hair.
Glimmering lakes and bonfires,
Fireflies echoing therein.
Mystical sunrises slighted by
Crystal skylines;
Torn hearts left barren with
Dilated pupils In misty eyes