Looking Back

[ledlevee]

Everyone needs a shot of fire;
pink and soft like chocolate,
or a velvet music dream,
a desperate reach for eternity,
as time dwindles into darkness.

We want the moment to last
forvever, but its pieces flake away
like amber waves of passion
fading into a distant, purple night.

We sit begging, howling
at the dark sky, towards a fragile orb,
a temporary moon hanging
from an unseen heaven, speckled with
neon flashing stars of lost energy.

If only the dream could be willed
back into a blazing existence,
rather than the shadowy memory
it has become in a hazy past
clouded and lost in the swirling
enternal downward spiral.