Fragments of a broken sky

 

Fragments

of a broken sky

fall, like the

scattershot

daydreams

that once flew so high.

I catch them.

Every one.

Confetti memories

of days in the sun.

 

Fragments of wonder soar

through the cracked atmosphere,

the fractured membrane of

the place where yesterday’s tears

pool up, before

raining down some more.

I let each teardrop soak me.

Each one heavier than the last.

Each one a bigger splash

and I’m soaked through.

Ring me dry and I’d cover

the land in ocean.

Ring me and I’d answer

in floods of emotion.

 

Fragments of yesterday.

Fragments of today,

scattered with memories

and snapshots of days.

I can still taste the lips of

happier times, but now

I slip and fall to the ground.

 

Fragments of you

as I walk through fields of truth.

The grass always grey

without the colour of hope

to paint the day.

Fragments of you, when through

the fields I sway.

The dew colluding to always

soak through these shoes,

but each step makes the energy thrive,

because every bone,

every heartbeat feels more alive

than they have ever felt in life.

 

And even

when standing alone

in a downpour,

I catch raindrops

and store every delicate touch.

For each is like

your fingers gently stroking

my cheeks, your love streaks

through my heart

and my pulse reaches a peak.