:chandeliers::on::the::floor:: still-- swaying

c h a n d e l i e r s

as always still

on the floor

     in my
   mind
   . . .

     hanging

     fixed--on

   a
      pristine golden ceiling
above
   --
   .

::chandeliers::on::the::floor::

:: fallen. broken. pieces. catching the light with splendor, subtly, anticipation and defeat. no longer fragile, still shattered, putting pieces together, a moment in the darkness to breath, a whim, the knowing whisper that somehow in time through this gorgeous mess once more your eyes, and mine, our thoughts, will shine :: fallen, shattered, pieces scattered and lost, yet that glimmer in the corner-- that note in your subtext-- and the glow of passion inside remains lost and found and in the dark at times it lends possibility to the shadows and fire to your eyes. and melting laughter ::

:chandeliers::on::the::floor:

still-- swaying

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