Fragmented

FRAGMENT I The cars chrome beetle shell brilliant under a harsh sun, blinding FRAGMENT II Grey, the color of rain on windows sills, soft white thunder echoes, the streets awash in rain, trees sway in the dying light of day FRAGMENT III The return of something loss, but never forgotten, is bitter, as it is sublime FRAGMENT IV Casting little shards of jade into boxes of midnight FRAGMENTS V Decorate my room with photographs, some faded, some sharp, old or new, some worn, lost, just staring into space, a room a drift in photographs FRAGMENT VI Goodnight sweet Violet, tender wings of ravens fly, as the light caresses the indigo twilight coming FRAGMENT VII Echo the cries of misery, a tear of pain, all regrets filling my past like wells vast. FRAGMENT VIII Arching, into the night the halo of the dying light a brilliant day, the turning turning, burning away FRAGMENT IX Crisp sheets warm for the Tumbler, on a frosty morn, memories are fragile, framed n formed FRAGMENT X When we sit & ponder, dark intentions, we stumble upon unknown doors, best left unopened, covering deep rooms n dark shadowed things, where dust dare lay