memory blanks

through filtered glass
inner worlds appear
gleaming and sparkling
in the morning light
hiding beauty
covering gloom
thoughts appear
only to drift away
there is love
though no one cares
a thread appears
disappearing in time
hand in hand
walking together
time makes promises
no one can hear
the outer glass shatters
dancing on the ground
dying without a sound
as time walks away
laughing to himself