Crystal Beats
I feel the light reflected
and fall into a catechism
spoken to prolong the dream
alive within her fiery prism.
Hear the ring of glass on glass,
sweet and honeyed gold
where dancing sparks and ice picks
chip the frost from love of old.
Loosing of my fingers
from the beauty of her face,
a silver vessel seraphim
engulfed in flames of grace.
Warm and scarlet claret
fills the facets with it's hue,
the blush of rose on arctic floes,
the living ghost of you.
And in the haunting drama
where perfection must possess,
a heart of crystal beats
and in surrender, acquiesce.
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