Like Raining Grimaces

Words split asunder
By the beating sun on icebergs drums,
Boil to freeze to bake to shatter,
It must be easy behind glass.

Rhythmic smiles fade to dissonant silence,
Discorded concordant co-ordinated cries,
Night breaks to make day fall,
Shattered panes of seamless dreaming.

Though glass stands it will buckle,
This shield soon will be stricken,
Though the beat of harmony now is faux,
It will be clenched by hands broken.