Titans of glass
shatter and fall down as
razor-rain,
slicing and shredding
without any resistance
my once wholesome perceptions.
Once made of stone,
hardened by longing.
So delicate, now;
theses feelings are fragile.
With all of the stones,
so carelessly thrown
by you.

A fresh morning dew
crossing spectrum in soft light
from the rising sun

Young, timid fingers
uphold the sun in one hand
casting silhouettes

Wounds must heal!
heal the hurt, and bury our sorrows like bones,
deep inside the earth
drenched in centuries of blood;
pain,
hate.
Let us not know these things again!
Too much was lost in recompense,
so let the life we dreamed of,
take root with the mightiest trees,
inter-sowed with pure intentions
planted innocently, in the guise of something greater
outreached to a once blackened sky
the sun is the only fire left burning, now
burning with hope-
prosperity.
Peace.

A million stars in a crowded sky
laid in rows, side-by-side.
Behind these stars, dreams reside.
Black at first, burn alight
in brilliant flashes, colors and hues
from scarlet reds, to sapphire blues,
until theses astral bodies are subdued  
I will watch these stars tonight

Soft and subtle;
a song on the breeze
make alive,
the rustling leaves
swaying grass,
shuffling reeds
the joys of life
inviting me
to nights of peace,
days so free