And forward spilleth the broken seeds of beauty
over time become whole
broke with the heart.
And lilies bloom alongside empty paths
their destinations long forgotten
while the kings of dreams find other homes.
And with the greatest ease he doth pick them up
planting many along a road to annihilation
one in a heart.
And when the plaster cast breaks wrinkles and tears stain faces
scars for eternity.
And when the light shines
or the rain falls
it brings forth acid seeping into places secret from ourselves.
Forever changed, holes with burning edges
scars on our souls, we move on.
May 10, 2009 at 9:22 PM
That was kinda deeply profound, Jazzalee. I lovethéd it. Note my Old English there. ;) Alright, my older Modern English. I haven't forgotten everything from English Honours. Serious love though. :) Amazing how kinda sad poems can like, cheer you up when they seem to be talking about you, eh? Anyways, fantabulous!