Midnight Call to an Ex-flame..

A frozen past now glittering ice,

tempted with glitter,

i searched for a fire to melt that ice.

Flames licked an icy soul,

pride, a rescue from a dreary hole.

Yet a melting pride, breathlessly drummed to a midnight cry.

So waves travelled and frothed a shore,

eager fingers reached out to savour

the gleaming crystal on that frothy shore.

lukewarm and placid, a stranger replied,

quenching a fire he once strived to beguile.

arrested heart and a cold demise,

demurely voiced a livid goodbye,

shattered crystal, pierced soggy dreams,

and then an illusion was set aflight.