CARAMEL ICE-CREAM

On the tip of my tongue:
Colliding routine.
So sweet it tastes wrong:
Irrealistic dream.
A bright night,
An empty sun.
Raindrops of light,
Aesthetic in a crumb.
Silver branches.
Frozen winds.
Below zero chances.
Frosted strings.
On the tip of my tongue:
Sour doesn’t taste wrong.
Irrealistic dream:
Your caramel ice-cream.