Living Jewelry

Cold water diamonds forged in ice
not fire
Resting on rich black felt
like eyes floating in shadow
watching you from just outside
the edge of perception
recording your sins and victories in equal unfeeling measure

Who is that in the corner
waiting on, but saddened by your arrival?

This city of ghosts
polluted crowded dirty and old
this highway to perdition
this yellow brick road

This box we're in looks just like sky
except it's always shrinking
always getting a little older

Digging into the frozen earth
Earnest vampires just trying to get home
How ridiculous they look
How nostalgic they feel
Someone should let them in on the joke

Love is a shovel
and I'm digging again
trying to find what's left of the fire
an ember flickering in the coming dark.