Friday, 10 October 2008

Pieces of Me

Pieces of me, broken,
Scattered to a cold morning breeze;

Melt as ice in the dazzling blue
Of an ever-changing sky;

Simmer as salty tears streaming
Down life's dirty windows;

Linger as laughter, hauntingly
Surrounding a star-bathed universe;

Dance as ghostly angels singing
Their sacred poetry

Into the vast, wakeful night.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

"Pieces of me" You are an amazing person with such a gift for the written word! I am so proud of you. DAD XX