Etched in Glass

Hands revolve around a table of no emotion.

The face of a clock in motion.

The crashing waves quite.

Your voice as become silent.

Thriving life has become still 

as your last breath has lost all will. 

Ashes silently scatter 

as if you no longer matter.

Light from a flame illuminates the

rhythmic beats of chambered love.

in hopes that you are in heaven above.

Longing is entombed in glistening droplets

The soul sweeps like a trickling faucet.

Phantoms dance in a distance light.

​Reminiscent of a life that shined bright. 

Gleaming jewels are beneath the oceans’ floor.

No one can see them anymore.