My mind is full of broken glass
That before were pretty fixtures
Fastened together with a carefully woven golden sash.

A mixture of an alabaster and blue hue
Was delicately painted along the curves.
Inside, they were filled with ideas and thoughts anew.

Serving my wants, I let loose the sash
The fixtures slipped from my grasp.
Now when walking through my scattered thoughts, I gnash.

I am ever so slowly living my life away
Year by year, one moment to the next
Fleeting thoughts of today are forgotten upon the morrow
Like a withering rose, they are left without a second look
Evenings have been swept up into weeks
Thrown away with the waste of the day.

The evening breeze lingers.
The limbs of the tree branches point out like fingers.
The sun begins to warm and peak about the horizon
And Birds start to sing their sweet friendly tune
Serenading the flowers, tempting them to make their bloom.
The smell of nature fills my lungs with purity and truth.
It frees me from the bonds of society
It's seizes the whole of me, glazing my mind over with serinity and sobriety.

It is genuine and authentic.
Never asking for anything in return.
We have become blind and carcinogenic
We burn, abuse, and spurn.

The morning that I am breathing in today
Is the same morning I wish my son to see.
Sitting amongst the angelic ballet of nature upon display
Taking peace in the morning beneath a wonderful willow tree.

Oh words that have been left unspoken,
Why must you carry so much weight?
Why can't you string yourselves together
And annunciate or communicate?

The words held in check I do not follow
Wondering about throughout my mind.
But now and again reemerging to remind
Myself what not to say.

Speaking my mind is not an option
The words would be uncontrolled
And my tongue would begin to fold
At the bitter taste of the words that should be left untold.