Need not to awaken the sleeping beauty;
****** tears have sparked calamity already.

A rainbow shall not be awaited;
Storms are nowhere near the clock.
What good is it for a clown to weep
If the city lights have tamed the aftershock?

Would the whispers of a heart
Still be worthy of an ear
If they became the echoes
Of the past of a foreseer?

The sand knows the way home,
And the moon knows that so did I.
But tossing the hourglass again
Is the mistake I pledged to never try.

The mirror does not long for fairy tales,
But anything more than a home.