Sipping the wealth of a moment
The mockery of light,
Stenciling a wayward smile across your face.
Bleeding me of jade.
A prisoner to the faults.
The wretched desire of my own disgrace
Whimsical in its masquerade.
The bated breath of the journey
Amidst the taste of my gloried bravado.
Like the thickness of open water
Downcast by the moon.
Lapping the stars in a taunt of precision and greed.
Marrying the lightness and dark,
To the mockery of desperate need.
Destitute blindness leaning heavily,
On an eclipse of happenstance.
In the sheen of a forgiving tune
By the ribbons of a retreating moon.