~ Timid Dew ~

A glance delineated a grin
A touch when ironically delved into the mean
Realized the grin in real was a mire
It overshadowed the dew until they were dried under fire

Mourning has captivated redundant nights
Rays are terribly injured to stand up for a fight
When twilight postulates that two arms would now a bond
Gloom would remind again of nothing being found

Disguise is now cowering itself in its identity
Boulevard of hurts directs the serenity
Crystal wideness yet entangled in surging ahead
While narrow paths still crawls on unforgiving shade

Logs has it being through death
Shattered ashes of handicapped faith
Grief haven't yet touched the word few
Lost somewhere in the ashes a timid dew