Sea Glass

On crimson swells of naïveté,  Ebbing wings of shattered memory, Ecru mists of blissful doubt, Blanketed in stars. Breathless sighs of wine and cream, Forcing silence amidst the screams, Pale reflection drowns the past, Shelter from the storm.  Longing for a champagne shore,  Praying not to ache, anymore, Torn between the evil known, And the enigma stranger still.  Verdant cuffs, ankles bound, Gazing upward, sinking down, A single tear, mirrored sky, Iridescent high. Icy hot and sugar spun,  Whipped syrah, damage done. Shades of perfume blind the soul, Inhale...exhale...fade away.  Distorted bubbles of innocence, Eyes wide open, shells of virgin opulence,  Broken bonds, jaded chains, One soul spawned from two. Ebon wings, emerald train,  Beauty born of self-loathing disdain, Legend, lore, fantasy, Release in taffy whirls. Sanguine ombré, lipstick dawn,  Island, peace, to sun upon. Siren dipped in ruby seas, This vampire's seductive song. Wondering once what might have been, Never to hate, to dance again, Regretting nothing, ever, more, Than fighting destiny. Years, decades, eons by, Only once a tear to escape her eye, Shattered on the ocean floor,  Scattered, like the life she led before.