Etched In Glass Poem by kara towe

Hands revolve around a table of no emotion.
Rippled waves quiet.
Thriving motion stills.
Ashes gently scatter.
Imagines etched in glass.
Light from a flame illuminates the rhythmic beats of chambered love.
Desires entombed by glistening droplets.
Hands revolve around a table of no emotion.
Rippled waves quiet.
Thriving motion stills.
Imagines etched in glass.
Light from a flame illuminates the rhythmic beats of chambered love.
Desires entombed by glistening droplets.
Phantoms dance in a distance light.
A shimmering treasure lays unseen.