My Porcelain Heart (Crystal Eyes Suite)

The original version of My Porcelain Heart has been published in All of Me Vol. IV, courtesy of Shadow Spark Publishing. Featured art is by Janine Machiedo.

Listen to My Porcelain Heart by Richard Charles Stevens (Crystal Eyes Suite)

Listen to Crystallize by Lindsey Stirling

my porcelain heart
weeps the quicksilver tears
of all whispered years past
breathed anew
it is midnight in the garden
of unimagined boundary
while all about me
dying petals bloom
.
my porcelain heart
weeps the quicksilver tears
of all whispered years past
breathed anew
it is midnight in the garden
of unimagined boundary
while all about me
dying petals bloom
.
the gypsy winds sway
within which we display
every colour and shade
seen anew
with the faith of the blind
undeniable grace
sweet persuasion to marvel the view
blushing lips vermilion
glance fingertips familiar
each contour of our smiles
perceived anew
within the pavilion of dream
we are seen
thus belief in each season renews
.
(the clouds)
the clouds are our wings
shooting stars our earrings
as we dress to impress sight anew
caressing the vestures
of both sun and moon
while all about us
dying petals bloom
.
thriving as we crystallise
each teardrop wept of wistful eyes
at sheer drop
yet in earshot of sincere lot overdue
the whispers of ellipsis
cast a light through life’s eclipses
and prefixes true to blue implied resume
.
two astral bodies
one flesh
breathed anew
no malice or hurts
just extravagant worlds
to explore as our pores gape
to savour the taste
of two porcelain hearts
in full bloom
.
all about us
dying petals bloom
wherefrom arises the perfume
of bygone lives revived
revitalised to muse on proven idolise accrued
from weeping sighted eyes for two
required the keep of but one heart
to beat its truth
.
my porcelain heart
weeps the quicksilver tears
of all whispered years past
breathed anew
it is midnight in the garden
of unimagined boundary
while all about me
dying petals bloom
.
my porcelain heart
weeps the quicksilver tears
of all whispered years past
breathed anew
it is midnight in the garden
of unimagined boundary
while all about me
dying petals bloom
.
all about me
dying petals bloom
(one heart beat its truth)
all about me
dying petals bloom
(one heart beat its truth)
all about me
dying petals bloom
(one heart beat its truth)
all about me
dying petals bloom
.
the clouds are our wings
shooting stars our earrings
as we dress to impress sight anew
caressing the vestures
of both sun and moon
while all about us
dying petals bloom
.
thriving as we crystallise
each teardrop wept of wistful eyes
at sheer drop
yet in earshot of sincere lot overdue
the whispers of ellipsis
cast a light through life’s eclipses
and prefixes true to blue implied resume
.
two astral bodies
one flesh
breathed anew
no malice or hurts
just extravagant worlds
to explore as our pores gape
to savour the taste
of two porcelain hearts
in full bloom
.
all about us
dying petals bloom
wherefrom arises the perfume
of bygone lives revived
revitalised to muse on proven idolise accrued
from weeping sighted eyes for two
required the keep of but one heart
to beat its truth
(bloom)
(bloom)
.
one heart
to beat its truth
(repeat)
.
bloom
bloom (repeat)
.
.
one heart
to beat its truth
.
bloom
.