TORN

Torn

The pieces blowing 

Across the desert floor

Made no sense

Bits of this and that

Not that it mattered any more.

Though what ends just begins again

Love will grow and flourish 

Find a path and think it's right

Beaten down then rising once again

To fool the night.

Waves of darkness...peaks of light.

Never losing sight

The demands of life

Breathing in and out

No matter the plight.

Solace comes in purple robes

Insight.

Kesti16-2012