Pieces

so much was burned down
acres of a silent world
smoke and ashes settling over broken glass
once a mirror on the wall
reflecting beautiful faces

pink little flowers
in the silence yellow birds descend and rest
and here the sky is open
like a heart that has never been
torn apart like mine

watch that world through my window
and beside me is my soul on a platter
and a dagger is splitting it
to pieces

May 15, 2003