I hope.... hidden underneath scorching fragments,

scours no glaringly hard feelings,

eyes told.... what of desperately absent,

shredded rosy parts revealing,

revolted Dreaming;

Your world.... strewed acrid melody to mine,

scourged past has no sway of rhyme,

let those lucid whispers stretch out forth below the tide,

spill meaningful words up towards rolling sky,

no more memories hurtling frozen blades down into mine.