Past the Reflection and into a Dream

By Cutie In A Death Cab •
In the fountain
from my
fairytale
you jumped through
nickles and pennies
with
a spirit so rich
I thought I saw
a golden glow shining
from your chest.
I smiled
and I smile still
to think
that you could swallow knives
and digest
them into diamonds.
To think
that such a
wounded angel
could be porcelain-perfect
again.
To think
that
I was witness
to your brilliant dance,
and that you meant
every perfect curving
of your
softly shapened mouth.
I marveled over
the splendour
in your delighted eyes
and died inside
as daybreak pulled me
through
the mirror again.