Breaking Through

Red amber stained.
Crystal clad.
Just for a short time,
This dark grey land,
Claims to be something
It is not.
Emerald shards stab
Shimmering skies.
Slowly bleeding  rose.
And just for a short,
Magical time,
This cold hard land
Hints at being something
It is not.


Read In To It

Send me all
Your symbols.
Wrapped up
Nice and tight.
Seal them with
A metaphor,
And bind them
In an intricate
Sending people
The wrong way
So you can be
Sure, that
No one
Else will see
Through this web
You weave,
To find what
It is that
You are
To me.