Sunday, November 1, 2009

Like a Lullaby

Tulips, 2006

It was a dark day.
So much cold, so little light.
It had disappeared quickly.
 
A piece of my soul  
wrapped neatly, in plain
white paper,
was sent off,
and cradled close 
to the buyer's chest.
 
Leaving me incomplete, 
as if I’d never been finished. 
But I had--I’d been finished
and even rebuilt.
 
I didn’t want to go, but they arrived
in the midst of my darkness
and brought a ball of bright. 
 
So warm, so nice.
And they carried me away, 
softly, quietly, like a lullaby.

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