Glasya

Sensual day on the life trip she searches

The walk through broken glass accentuates the rare pleasure of disappointment

She checks the mirror for past reflective glories

Empty cradle tells no lies

Search for man like the rarest fruit

Search for the perfect man, gold lined

The planets look good, aligned

Princess in search of Prince

Admirers fall by her side

But not the right admirer, yet

The enchanted waits

Planets shifting

Time is of the essence

He comes

Pleasure is all his, for a time

Lifeblood flows

The signs are good

Exsanguinated, ecstasy passed

The mirror screams as new life bears fruit

The planets crash

She Sleeps

The empty cradle rocks

The planets lay dormant

A slight flicker

The mirror reflects

Rejuvenated, she seeks

The trip brings gifts bearing

Conquest boasts young blood in thought

Dreamlike fading in sensual pleasure

The cradle rocks

The planets grow angry

The mirror soothes into the night

New journey begins as planets align.