Shattered Mirrors and Candles Burning

for Tabitha, love Oscar

 
unenlightened life, lived and spent
as a fly lying on my desk,
motionless and dying and silent
i see me as never was
and i imagine what has become
of a child that was once alive
and once, religious
yet now all is silent
all is nothing
all is over 
all is peaceful and I
am lying on my desk
motionless and dying and silent

raindrops on the window panes
take me back to the garden
with innocence
and sweetness as pure
as honey
lying in the flowers
feeling the warmth of the sun
over my head and in
my eyes and swallowing me up
like death devours birth
and the rain drops melt
and slide down my window
and are forgotten

©Copyright 1995 Jay Blazek Crossley

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