Saffella

I drown in a starlit pond silver threads tremble and shiver pulling me deeper into my rippling reflection glimmer in me with dew suffocate me with weeds enchant me with the hidden light [ which blooms in me with golden dust ] I drown in the night's looking glass my hands catch the fireflies my eyes fill with crimson tears a last breath for the dark grove my lungs entwined with roots I drift into an end of all things where leaves will grow in my heart where moss will blossom in my soul where moon reflects in my empty eyes