A Small Splinter
Of sunlight.
Free-falling through the atmosphere,
Without a parachute,
Up where the air is clear,
I’m feeling so minute.
Peeling back the pieces,
Each piece reveals some more,
And finally releases,
Things, never seen before.
Places of seclusion,
A sanctuary that’s secure,
Subtle edges of exclusion,
Left fields then a detour.
Inside the bribe there’s sanctity,
A place of piety,
And pieces of humanity,
Sprinkled with anxiety.
A small splinter of sunlight,
Circled around the fireside,
The inside of my eyesight,
Places I can’t hide.
I watch you walk into my mind,
And dance in pure delight,
Pieces that we’ve left behind,
Dreams we dreamt, last night.
Creases in the corners,
Robes of red and gold,
A funeral with no mourners,
We’re now part of the fold.
You pause with a pen then intonate,
The music in your mind,
We’ll never say it’s too late,
We’re two of a kind.
©
David Rudder
2023
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