Handprints on Glass

[bad word] 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...
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.