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.