When
the
day
turns
to
night,
you
reach
for
tomorrow,
one
thousand­
years
in
the
making.
Onyx
rose
petals
shield
radiant
eyes;
froze­n
tears
of
glass
last
for
an
eternity.
A
funeral
procession,
a
ro­mantic
obsession.
Summer
to
winter,
life
rushes
by.
A
waking
wate­rfall
disguises
the
past.
So
many
words
went
unspoken
that
you
ra­n
out
of
breath;
what
a
beautiful
death.