Streets of glass shards reflect yellow beams
like a tropical sunrise on the crest of a wave.
I walk down this path barefoot,
void of pain,
as I slowly bleed towards my future.
I see you waving in silhouette,
waiting to taste me but afraid of the pain.
Almost near your outstretched arms
I grow weary longing for the touch of your fingertips.
I will reach your hands before my heart can no longer sustain this life.
I look into the circles of blue that have intrigued me for so long as they blend into the fading background.
the aura consumes me.
I fall limp at the crossroad of compromise.
I thought we could have met there.
