I see silver birds with thatched wings
and paper crowns all covered in things
scavenged by the hooked beak of the crow
from peach memories passed long ago.
I see glinting diamonds held by a hand
before cruel crumple turns them to sand
their wilting ashes waste away on the floor
forgotten on a fickle breeze by the shore.
I see platinum plates cursively engraved
drawn by an innocent spirit enslaved
the chipped chinaware sits by its side
waiting patiently for its time and tide.
I see the golden outlined cloud
wishing to make its vapour proud
as biting lashings slew to the ground
and solitary souls wait to be found.
I see you and me on a neon screen
too scared to move from our frigid dreams
but when cooling nightmares come to pass
I know we will find each other at last.
