Oh, I long for the day
When the mirror will show  
And will reflect mine own
I will see a true me
No facades of fakery

Oh, these pieces I carve,
But not a piece of me.
Not a slice of last year,
All a slice for now,
Free of your eyes and mine

Hold my hand gently,  
Let me take your pain away,  
Rest in peace with me.

Broken
Lost
Useless
..
..
..
But still colorful

Out of  unexpected chaos
Blooms the most beautiful occurrences.

Perhaps a damp sponge
Will wipe night terrors-

Expunge trace of Moon
To slip beneath Sun

Erasing memory, making
Flat a sorry curvature

Of this rough-edged,
Rotating ball.

Trading a violence of
Sapiens

For the calm of
Shimmering Dawn