Feather Fragments

Feather fragments that once made up my mind

now float down on  gossamer wings into the

world beyond, what has happened to the playing

of the flute in this worlds woeful tune, Can I

still sit and watch the clouds as they pass over

head of me to race towards the horizon where

the blue? Is it not within you and I or has it disappeared

to the dark craggy mountain tops where the white

caps of the winters snow lays nestled in the blossoming

rocks of my mind. 

My mood this night runs between the happy thoughts of

love and and the dark thoughts of death, why can there

be no medium  of thoughts where the happiness lay for

a while without the darkness that you feel with in your

soul comes to play with your mindfulness, terror abounds

in the time of night where you lay alone in the bed of

nails to which is your emotional state in your hurt, pain

and misery of being alive. 

 Depression and pain all work their way into the soul of the

one that you hold dear into your heart, why now do you

have this thought where the razor blade is your freind

and the blood is your river, come hither my feathered 

thoughts of gossamer wings, take this life and hold it

closely with in your golden grasp, do not let go or let it

fall upon the rocky ground, take it nurture it and make it abound.