moving on to eighteen,
lost in loving a velvet
silhouette of a dream.
with hands off the world
as it open-heartedly spins
winds and rings and pearls,
delft blue skies dim down & done
leaving in the care of the night
the light refracted from the sun.
shadows blurred to one behind
closed eyes, where reality subsided,
relighting beloved falsehoods in mind:
instants of fleeting transient sparks
abscond tips of fireworks in air
with scarce care whilst piercing dark.
but alas blinding sun returns, flooding down
reality sustained, killing all sparks
without a single one extinguished.
lost in love, then loved & lost
enveloped in limits,
submitting to sunfall.