He kept the long ago wrapped in the softest tissue paper Now his hands gingerly opened the faded velvet fold A fragile petal corpse, shriveled inside her snowy coffin Her veiny amethyst colour truly once was azure bold A salty tear will not wake the sleeping beauty in his palm No bigger than his thumbnail
His shipwreck haunts me tonight, a waking lullaby I’m obsessed and it summons me down to play My dress vanishes into treacle blue, anchor heavy Pearls glide from me, an eternal translucent loop “There’s nothing for you down there” but he’s waiting With cerulean kisses and that long familiar touch His cobalt kingdom envelops me
Nightingale, how much gold, to own your sugared song? A melancholy lullaby that lulls me to my slumber long Nightingale my gilded cage is waiting here for you With sweetened almonds, crystal spring and milky honey dew Nightingale I promise you, I’d adorn you when you sing A ruby ring upon your claw and diamonds
And he knelt at the graveside clawing at the crimson dirt Was misery ever so wretched? Or silence so gnawing? The earth as thirsty and fruitless as his soul without her The tender roses dried up, their pinks a brittle unloved russet And he spoke, demanding his answers from them Words uttered, a singsong mantra,
And fear scratched my throat, a feral creature Nostalgia and panic a pallet of olive and scarlet Diverse in my being leaving me custard flimsy He and his favorite blue sweater, faded and frayed as the time Raven hair damp from the season and that scent, Washing powder, eager cologne and fondness My knuckles breaking
Stop the shooting stars For I cannot wish on them once more At the end of this forgotten street Where dreams and stars shall never meet Stop the shooting stars From fizzing from the dark sky Stop the shooting stars from gleaming in the eyes Of couples holding hands so tight and children gazing in
Place the last gleaming dewdrop on my soaring snowy tree. Pristine white, pearl strands catching the peaceful candle light Candy canes hanging from the twinkling feather boughs My Christmas castle, it’s buried deep in a flurry of parcels Place the bright guiding star on my sweet snowy tree Tiffany jewels a world away from
Down by the riverside, hides all the white lies By the muddy bank he stood with bloody hands and ruined suit Down by the riverside, hides all the white lies His reflection locked and murky is not the prince in her fairy story Down by the riverside, hides all the white lies For in
