Fragments

That tinkling sound,
In the utter silence,
The sweet chiming of glass,
As it hits the floor,
The sound a split second,
Before it shatters,
A discordant spray,
Like dashed hopes,
Lying in a shimmering puddle,
On the floor,
I can see the fragments of dreams,
Scattered in shards,
To be dreamt of no more.

~Rei Shiori