XVIII. Scheherazade

cerulean eyes and clear skies
creme brulee clouds
caramelized by summer while
finches chirp around
fireside chats after
season 1 of first steps
velvet voiced pillows in
box seats at the opera
love’s first kiss
one last dance
the clock approaches 12
and the veil wears thin
dance harder, dance faster
jailbreak me
please
bleach my brain
fill me with light so the dark can’t see me