Litter

I fell asleep in your arms
the crystalline form of your face
was a dream of swirling waters
overtaking me.
in your frost blue eyes
i submerged myself
if only to listen to the chimes
of icicles. dancing.
i gasped hurried breaths of your image
in between sanity
and found myself
on the shores again
hands clasped on stone,
but lost anew.
intertwined with the sands and snow
shattered glass:
an effigy of your former perfection
or the pieces of bottles strewn about the coastline,
remnants of 1000 messages that never reached you.
litter.