Shattered

I wanna go back
to sleepless nights
breaking glass
when shards remained
unswept
carelessly crunched
under stiletto heel,
when beauty
was in breakdown
strength rose from weakness
when amber waves
reflected in the mirror,
wind-blown-hope
s c a t t e r i n g
to far-flung corners
crashing on distant British shores
while sirens screamed
in unison
a continent apart.
when bluest eyes
of starry night
were captured in glistening bubbles
blown through glossy lips
illuminated by harvest moon-glow
& flash of camera.
when courage was real
not foolishly contrived.
paper folded fortune
firmly clenched in fist
shouting out,
'this is my destiny, so riddle me this!
why does no one hear the glass
shattering on concrete streets
above
below
against the wall
no more
nomore?'