Broken Panes

The shattered panes of this brain jagged lines and deep deep lanes do you see the road signs? what's the way Is it down this road? pray pray The filters change in snapshots and shudders Blonde highlights and soft brown color her hearts still soft and pink in deep It's just the outside that no longer speaks her words are pictures to share and show Songs and poems, tired from long long before In a story she doesn't understand a tall tall tower in the middle of the fields it stands It keeps her spirit sheltered in Where she's walked and all she's been "But what is that?" she asks the falling stars that glow so bright in the long dark sky Rose petals fall in hopeless pain, glitter Under glass the book collects dust Where does beauty go, once it's begun to rust. Her voice is quiet still in thick air I don't know this story, but maybe it's still gold there