Over the bounding Main
We search for treasure high and low
And then we search again...
A Crystal SheetA crystal sheet has fluttered in thy wake.A Crystal Sheet by Muirin007
A shroud of fog, the faintest tinge of gray,
That, like a flitting spirit, vows to take
My hollowness, my miseries away.
It billows, coaxing harmonies to sound,
Unfurling like a tapestry of old.
Yet I, the wraith who rises from the ground,
Shall never seize its crystal strands to hold.
And as I whither, watching it depart,
A ghost, a dream, a throbbing promise dear,
I know the swelling rosebuds of thy heart
Would crumble in the jagged cavern here.
Thy crystal sheet has chilled me to the bone.
Its threads are shards, its fibers etched in stone.