Vanities.

There are soft fuzzy yellow circles
Hanging like crystals in front of you
You reach your hand out in wonderment.

It's almost romantic, the way they sparkle
Like the eyes of the girl in your mind
The flower in her hair
The diamonds around her elegant neck
She's yours
She smiles
So sweetly at the sight of you.

But when you reach out your hand to take hers
You meet nothing.

There you are, suspended in nothing
Thinking of the girl with the sweet smile
As she vanishes
And your tears pour out hot in frustration.

And the circles crystallize
The light refracts
All the more brilliantly.