Cold between lines

Those vibrant, powder fed dreams 

White-hot sand mines

Tearing away at reality seams 

Hard, dry comatose eyes 

Wait once again for starlight 

That quiet moment of respite 

Then synapse sparks

Like flint meeting stone

Torrid cerebellum blaze 

Burns away as memories lay prone 

Only ember and ash remains 

Testaments of disrepair 

Forever forgotten 

Locked away behind that wintry, dead stare