reaching through the past
to discover the depths
of y(our) heart

feeding into the colors
that bleed down the
dancing pages

the way the sun bounces
off the mirrored edges
glimmering for a chance
begging for the chance
to stay

stay young, stay beautiful, stay sane
instead of staying lonely, cold, or hard

the facets draw the eye
begging for a glance, a moment
a stray eye to dare to linger

dare to linger and dare to love

dare to live and dare to leave

how cold the flesh feels now
how deep the seed is buried
how old the wounds that fester

releasing what has been
surpressed
supressing what has been
consumed