Shards
splayed on a lavender altar
lilacs scent frigid air
crimson droplets gut the darkness
with skill and surgeon’s flare
teardrops fall in amber pools
fermenting churning suds
casualties of the fever
that lost the drive to love
the future now is different
seasons proceeded to pass
perspectives appear in a rear view mirror
broken faces are etched in fractured glass
the future
abruptly came to pass
poured by me
in an icy glass
shadows veil the symphony
haze the meandering maze
smoke told of a tragedy
mirroring a blue eyed daze
in the darkness
voices spoke
the father
son and holy ghost
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