A tiny beat,
Faint, like the memories of a dream in the hazy, morning sunlight.
A little flutter,
And a tumbling, sputtering, crazy symphony takes flight.
A small, fragile hope,
With a shower of joy that clings and fights and lingers.
An invisible crack,
And the world shatters like fireworks in a glass emporium.
A single shard,
Like the draining of colours from Ceres’ cheek.
A clockwork heart,
Too strong for love that’ll make her bleed.