Myriads of shards from a crystal chandelier
That the storm of life led to fall to the floor
Bright lights from the past that turned into dark silence
Barefoot walking over the remaning pieces… blood!
Glue, magnifying glass, suffering hands handling piece by piece,
Trying to reassemble the old and wonderful chandelier
Sometimes resembling an animal, sometimes a tomb
The old chandelier just appears in vanishing memories
… recalling trips, feelings, pictures of a wonderful time
Alive plans becoming a distant image in the far past
Your face through the drops of lights… kaleidoscope of sensations
Staring at the broken crystals… just thinking!
The shards now echo the lights of stars in the night
In a new, different, and reborn life path with renewed paradigms
With true obstacles to be faced, escalated, and surpassed
Directions changing... a flight of a phoenix, just recovered from the shards…
[15-Mai-2010 - reviewed by Jeanett Amatuzzi]
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