Blue Fluff
a baby blue fringe
ran over the back of my hand
I stroke its silken thread
to trail a hundred
fingers of silk, over my face
tornados of chaos
surround the outer wards
and levee's wash with the
tears of family and friends
lost in halls of white
in a ball of tranquility
I sit dethroned
the Empress of Pain,
now content
to be a shadow
of yesterday
the frayed ends
of my fringe
drift through the fall
of twilight
sparkling the stars
and waxing to smile,
at man in the moon
and in dreams of faded
bits of nothing
Copyright © Jayne Eggins | Year Posted 2010
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