Handprints On Glass
Brushed through whispers hallowed meaning; a dream lies ill...
Pleading eyes precede the sight of your sleeping gaze
I feel the light pierce the skin of it's innocence
Regret but a spark that is not to be said
The shards of a stained mirror held the years I once clutched so tightly;
Two hands mired in unspoken prayers
Return this moment. Mass of resentment. Light holds this autumn. Dusk breathes orchid scent. Fading light fills these lungs at last...
A whisper rests in tangled hair; unraveling
The sky reflects shattered daydreams on scattered leaves
Empty handed wishes wilt on chrysanthemums
Promises drowned in silence, unmoved by time
The shards of a stained mirror held the years I once clutched so tightly;
Two hands mired in unspoken prayers
Return this moment. Mass of resentment. Light holds this autumn. Dusk breathes orchid scent. Fading light fills these lungs at last...night holds us still
Time, this frozen well; bleeds my writhing wrist of precious memories
Voices ring and wilt through silent halls entangled in fantasy
These fragments chase the wound; I tear the dread from hands impure....
These fragments chase the wound; I tear the dread from hands impure