A smile through teeth. Twin faces, curtained clouds, with the phantoms our shadows. The shores, they cling to all that messages bring. Collected, connected droplets, tears in a clouded bottle. Form your eyes out of haze. Our love in this room has bled in its fire, our heart in its maze. A sun dropped down a slope carrying hope on the longest wire, - connected, collected inside shards of our mirror. Broken bottles, watering eyes, faces wilting in the debris, lowering to the light. Messages etched in the paper, words carved in the sand. Can we reminisce on all we do miss? All grains on the infertile sand wait, as the dark to the stars, in finding emptiness within infinity.