Pendragon
09-13-2008, 05:51 AM
Mosaic
I wonder if I picked up all the shattered fragments of my life,
Would the pieces make a good mosaic upon the wall of the soul?
I know that there would be signs of the trouble and the strife,
In lines of deepest jet glowing like burning veins of coal.
Yet I feel that there would be mirrored then in lines that shine so bright,
The aftermath of memories I hold so close and dear.
A masterpiece cannot be created without both shadows and light,
Laughter is counterbalanced by every slippery falling tear…
There are lines of joy to even out the scars from heartache,
There are shocks of pain that mar the glow of happiness;
It is only together that they enhance any artwork made,
Even if we only see it on the second or even third glance.
I will paste the tiny pieces on the wall until I must finally pass:
A portrait of life that blooms and fades like a flower in the grass…
Pendragon
© 9/13/08
I wonder if I picked up all the shattered fragments of my life,
Would the pieces make a good mosaic upon the wall of the soul?
I know that there would be signs of the trouble and the strife,
In lines of deepest jet glowing like burning veins of coal.
Yet I feel that there would be mirrored then in lines that shine so bright,
The aftermath of memories I hold so close and dear.
A masterpiece cannot be created without both shadows and light,
Laughter is counterbalanced by every slippery falling tear…
There are lines of joy to even out the scars from heartache,
There are shocks of pain that mar the glow of happiness;
It is only together that they enhance any artwork made,
Even if we only see it on the second or even third glance.
I will paste the tiny pieces on the wall until I must finally pass:
A portrait of life that blooms and fades like a flower in the grass…
Pendragon
© 9/13/08