Decoherence

A response to Randy Baker's challenge. You can read about it here:

A perilous serenade-

Love,

Moonlit.

Your lips a whisper in the dark.

Your talons trace the labyrinth of,

My ethereal heart.

A velvet comfort.

Momentary.

As the searing cascade

Of morning light

Ruptures the enigma,

Your allure

An illusion.

Suspended- -

-Then strewn upwards

In a handful

of tear -

Dust.

Before shattering -

Like a Grecian urn.

Into jagged shards,

Of hate.

Across the stone cold

Marble

Floor.