Gone

Frosted glass, sharing the world of a crystalline jungle.

Ice hangs on the branches like mildew on your pillow

Icicles drip and freeze above the fireplace.

which doesn't warm me any longer

Twilight isn't for many hours

but the blackness has already dissipated in the mist.

A lady, tinted like an emerald that has lost its sparkle

Bestowing images of you glassy eyes

after being dealt the cruel fate of the red 

Her face is sad. He emotions trapped under the rapture of her surface.

She flows over the floor

a mere cocoon of her old self

The old self that is now only a remnant in photographs

Her velvet hair is ratted and tangled 

For this ghost, heaven is only a reverie

For this ghost, is you, and you belong with me.

Reviews

[zappy]

wow i really like this one