Grey lining, Silver cloud

-1-

Could we seek perfection together?

Walking through the past
Throats parched
Licking each other’s sweat
Our thirst quenched
Another journey we commenced
And carried back a handful of sand
To tell us we had trailed someplace
Where we looked through a prism
And painted the sky with our eyes

How perfection lies!

One day we returned home
To find eggshells
We were destined to walk on.

-2-

It is so easy to break a home
A few bricks, a few stones
Memory’s cold skeletons
Withered roses in the trash-bin
Dust-laden mementoes

Where did we collect them?
Did we build anything at all?

I felt your breeze
And whatever flew in its trail
I kept as mine
I consecrated
An invisible shrine

A caved-in roof is now
My sky.

-3-

My fragments
Found an anchor
In an urn
Ashes became my psalm
I crushed dead flowers in my palm
Would the warmth sprout new buds?

Pollen walked the distance
Honey became glue
Leaves fluttered
And I thought I flew
Petal wings felt the sting
Trapped behind a thorn cage
The years missed
What might have been

It was a featherless flight
Testing life
Against the sun
Chasing shadows
On the run
Always afraid of the light
Behind the mist I hide

My silver cloud heaves
Like a mother-to-be

Something will be born
I can feel the pain.