I look down the street at night
Forced perspective in grey scale.
Sharp lines slicing my field of vision
Like the pains of broken glass
Clinging to a misremembered past,
Dividing me from happiness.
The shards eager to slice
And the distance remains distant
And my contentment contentious.
I look up into the night sky
The stars reflect pale colors of
Rose, blue, and gold
Blackened forms streak above
Destroying the silent beauty
Of the moon’s soft call
The dark spirits eager to
tear my hopes like
tissue paper on empty floors.
Dropped in distraction, abstractions.
I think of you
And then again
My shattered world
Is a reflection
Of multitudes
And multitudes
Of reflections
Of my shattered world
And then again
I think of you.
