Beneath a marble sky the storm clouds sing
Of rainbow memories in a mirror.
Translucent paradise in silver stars, longing
To touch the earth with lightening fervour.
The lonesome moon is but a floating rose
Blooming with life in a winter garden.
As milky clouds stream down icy windows
Nights diamond spell is too soon broken.
This was supposed to be a Shakespearean sonnet, but I ran out of steam... perhaps I will return at a later date.