Maybe, I am not there as a whole
and only exist in pieces now.
Reflected in relations
hiding in shadows,
lost in the present,
wandering in the past
the befores and the afters.
somewhere in between
the sunrise and the sunset.
The day begins and the night ends.
Love, like tides,
uproars and subsides
on the shore.
Or in the mayhem of waves
amid the noise of seagulls
or in the silence of the shells
in laughter or in tears.
On the edges of hope
depth of fears
in the solace of a prayer
not serene, nor tranquil
at peace, or in turmoil.
Not real, nor virtual
A thought, a sigh, a wish in your heart.
Don’t seek me in the light
feel me in the dark
maybe I exist in realms of imagination
Or in a garden of adulations
Wilting and growing again
in grains of sand slipping through fingers
The more you grasp
The more I slip away
Maybe one day I will be whole again
all the pieces melded
cracks filled with gold
stand up proudly
as no more a broken vase.
Would you hold me then?
