Blue Fluff

Written by: Jayne Eggins

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