Champagne Dreams

A poem about one way someone can fall into oblivion.

Champagne Dreams

She had eyes 

Like a heartbroken song

Beautiful 

Enchanting 

But shattered.

Twisted by the whispers of memories passed

And drowned

Somewhere amongst 

The rising champagne bubbles

And colors

So loud

They silenced the Light.

The absence of Light

Is darkness.

She has eyes

Like shimmering pools

Catching the fragmented pieces of light

In a vast 

Empty

Sky.

 

Author's Note

I would really appreciate commentary on this, whether it be compliments or criticisms! I know what I'm going for in a sense, but I'm pretty sure it could use some cleaning up.