Ethereal lanterns

The spring of healing has its own anthem, It takes the sand and the sun to mold an ornament of time, Glaring upon the moving mirror that floats on cold water, Blinded by a blaze set by the sins that made silent quivers run through the chambers of this once upon a time frozen heart, Lightnings that run through the roof of these forsaken memories, What is it about pain that makes evils seem soothe, That makes wicked wounds under broken bruises, No one mentioned how mending too can be mutilating, How the unforgiving frosts crack and pierce through the lungs, How igniting the sky full of light takes a sigh of ethereal lanterns, Yet they come with a handful of sorrows and compassion, Drawn from a dream to wish upon the moon that sparkles for a night of bliss, Let us be amongst the hope once again, alone as a whole, The glistening gold in autumn, The deepest line in kohl, Forever we can be the ocean that flow, Without a prey nor predator, Just the living and the specs of salt.