Yesterday my
heart died
In a trice a
spell was broken
Dreams, like
broken shards of glass
Threw back
images –
Bright as
sunflowers; Dark as death
Good bye,
good bye.
Not a star in my sky;
But the dark
hides my tears,
I’ll walk with my pain,
I know I’m slain,
This living's breathing mere.
Revolving
round the unseen sun
Emblems of duty appear,
And in the mist a figure unkissed
Pieces of
heart, blood smeared.