Illuminations of mystery cloud judgment,
The allure,
The irrational possibility of change.
It’s addictive taste; bitter and delicious,
Enticing the once clear mind,
Capitulating.

Crystal waters streaming with guilt,
A dishonour in the sunlight,
Corrupted ideas brood,
Anticipating,
For the clouds to come anew; timeless.
Translucent memories glimmer and fade,
Diminished.

Deafening tones of reticence,
Invigorate the cool minds,
Whispers of a time long passed; and yet,
So present on the faces of whom we love.
Beautiful tragedy,
Effortlessly continuous and clear,
Yet so difficult to liberate.