Pieces of dreams,
Black heavens painted ivory,
pale incences rising..

A fresh water colored painting out in the rain.
Spilling dreams into an ivory incantation.
Washing roses in a pigment of an undying white.
In an hourglass stands a string so still.
Rising into the pale sky,
A tarnished melody to wash away all your words.

Ravened doves,
A white sky to bleed and fall as rain.
It drops to the ground, this rose.
Caged birds that will no longer sing of the life I could once recall,
here is where the ashes lie,
here is where my hope has died..