Nocturne In C Minor

Saturated with decision words in grain and grass broken into tiny pieces shards of biting glass Born of music, lost reflection calling from the pool Fill me up with stars creative sugar dipped and new Hollow out the heart in motion stain it iridescent Carve the moon a silver locket shavings from the crescent She will hang like butter beige stone and marble breath on the living and the dying 'luminate their death Breathing words of whispered sage Tiny slivered glass You're my music in the moonlight lost in evening's past.