catching minutes and flying kites

ph: seventeenreasonswhyiloveyou

Lilted whispers, soundless night
Touched by sirens of crystal light
Stained glass, rusty tears
Dust wind blows, shattered stardust clears
Sunday Sabbath secrets hide
Meadows deep in blue wave tide
Scratch of feather on paper stained
Broken teacups, mother’s heart pained
-indralit

i don't think this is quite complete, but it was written last summer, and i don't have a clue how to continue it right now.