Shattered Roses

It hung above our heads like a halo of divinity
We hung above the world like an extraterrestrial community
We were always alluring
Nights passed as mosaic reflections became shattered roses that lay beneath our feet

Ceviche dishes served by the lords
Refusing to eat we step upon glass
The cuts became bearable over time
Shards glisten, they never listen
Days pass, we gasp
If only they reformed the rose, but it will lay shattered
No mosaic mistletoe halo kisses in our lives