The Glass Road

Linking living land to land, turquoise islands of regret, to crimson truth and wonder ever green...... Bronze hands must turn the amulet to mornings spent with you and Elderberry wine. Come take my hand , and vintage fear is past to safe return. Come burn , your bridges with a flame that melts the sands of time to Glass. A road now clean and clear and blue, where your bright diamond heels inscribe......... and my sandpaper slippers skate behind, through powdered glass to smooth the jagged edges of your rhymes. slivers slicing....... ankles..... leaving ribbons red , for tying 'round your silver words of love, A dream of mine and mine alone.......... forever written out upon................ this cold and fragile , winding Road of Glass.