Broken glass litters the floor.
As I hug my daughter against my shattered heart.
I feel her warm tears.
We sit huddled against the refrigerator door.
All this breakage...
She’ll want to come back to us again…
…I’ll probably say yes...
The sun is a pale disc.
The fog bank moves in from the South.
Everywhere is grey and shrouded,
Except the grass beneath my feet.
It remains green for me -
even when she’s not here.
Strung in long chains
Drape from balconies and across pergolas
A hubbub of voices
A riot of colour
An extravaganza of flavours
A painted elephant
A sacred fire
Two souls are joined
Does the sun rise for me,
Or am I rushing to greet it?
Does the moon forget to touch me
As she slips below the horizon,
Or have I simply failed to watch anymore?
Does a friend slight me,
Or do I fail to understand his pain?
Does a relationship turn sour,
Or was there nothing there to begin with?
Does the old soldier sip quietly on a rum
Because he needs the drink,
Or does he salute dead mates?
Is life a construction site,
or a constant reconstruction site?
I’m not sure…
His black skin held tight
The red blood that pumped life,
Until she cut him.
Her pale complexion
Always hid the red blood,
Until she was shamed.
Her ancient ancestry
Stayed in her red blood,
Until the city stole her innocence.
Kneeling in prayer
Red blood sang through his body,
Until hatred ended his life.
Our naked desires
Our blood red insides
Our loves and fears
The vessel matters not
The souls are all alike.
The heart pumps the same -
sleep ensnares my thoughts
like hoar frosts steals early dew
her mem’ry maims dreams
She seemed to have a heart of gold
When I touched it, I found it cold
I tried to warm it with my soul –
For it shone bright in warm daylight
Then gleamed of evil ev’ry night.
Be mindful where your bare feet fall,
Fear not the proclaimed poppy tall,
Listen not to any demon's call,
Try not to drop the fragile ball.
Treat others with a heart that's kind,
Remember it's your own free mind,
Don't be strayed, nor unforgivingly blind,
Leave not your conscience far behind.
Stand strong and mighty as the elm,
Ever mindful that you have the helm,
Try not to be too overwhelmed,
Many hands will help you in this realm.
Tread ever lightly in our plane,
Push not against this earthly grain,
Cause not you heart unpleasant strain,
And upon your path you shall remain.