And the sand of many shores
were caressed to shimmering glass
reflective of there yearning.

As waves fragmented upon it perceiving,
reflecting what would repeat
like a whisper upon every moment.

Over time shores became broken
shards of time. Eloping upon them
grains were once again finite moments.

Our words are sewn into those
                           that hear our thoughts.

So make them pleasant,
                as ill words sow sour fruits

The praise of reflections were
but a mirage of recommended
                                          echoes fading.

That collected in the coroners,
that praised the failings of empty
                                         glorified nothingness

Lonely does it linger in a field on cobwebbed reflections
gazing in to the morning dew hanging low in my direction,

Sullen is the sunrise, not as it was the morning before, silent.
it rises upon the stillness of nature homage to its arising.

Caressing the landscape with radiant silhouettes that play
within the gestures given, twilight lingers within hidden shadows.

The morning has broken, and words hang between natures balance.
Birds sing the chorus, and nature greets the elegance of a sunrise.

Snow drops camouflaged
          expirations of summers demise
                              blossoms were silenced.

Tears melted on untried petals
           unfolding within
                           natures chilled breaths...

Nectar sang the vocalization
           of sunlight's shimmer
                                  upon everything's design.

When leaves were tears descending
             natures cycle
                           began anew again.

Cimmerian shade is a mistress
             that hides her face well,
for though we glance upon the silhouettes of her beauty,

We neither touch upon her obscurity
              only the features that hinder
our mortality and we shiver not knowing why.

Onyx painted upon her figure
as layers were laced with the
                          thorns of its creation.

Crimson fish nets bleed down her
legs, as the splinters from its inception
                           lacerated elegance beneath.

I wore a rose of wine nourishing deep within,
as the stem cleaved deep within myself.
                          We kissed the silhouettes of ruination