Yesterday

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.