Twinkle of a china set

Crinkle of a paper wet. 

Softest rain cannot erase these fears.

Book opened for one hundred years.

Set aside selfish pride

Give to give

More than fresh surprise.

Waking to those iced blue eyes.

Somber from rushed goodbyes.

No longer does the sun rise.

Simple wishes intertwine our threads.

Fish weave a heart instead.

Flopping languidly in empty pool.

Sweetest are the fools.