I spend my life orbiting beauty
like a moon that never quite makes it
all the way around.

My heart is something of a lost and found,
all the broken, discarded things
have a place here.

It's sometimes hard to steer
your life correctly, down this road
of broken glass and bones.

It's sometimes hard to find the stones
to say what you mean and, of course,
mean what you say.

I never meant things to go this way,
but I have done my absolute best
with all that life brings.

Alas, today I can write no more beautiful things,
The page will be empty, the pen, inert...
...But only until tomorrow.