And there he was- -fragmented
- -still
in silver webs of silence- -dreaming.
Inside- -
his fragments- -thumb a ride with life.
Daylight breaks blue and gold
across fresh snow,
never mind the cold, he’s alive.
Love’s breath lingers, a frozen mist- -
golden morning angel wings
surround his face- -tear crystals
hang momentarily
in the grand scheme of grace.
Both life and time- -indifferent- -
infringement on a broken mind, falling.
Transient soul hungers
for a heart-shaped pillow- -
a friendly smile- -coat
from a stranger’s arms warms
for a while. Memories- -ghosts- -
family’s love to cling to.
What can we do- -God
what can we do?
Angel wings flutter- -somewhere
inside- -somewhere inside
love comes in phone calls from heaven.
I find a picture to cherish a while.
Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.
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This is really very sweet. I am “link and pingback” challenged though. I just don’t have a clue and don’t understand anything anyone has to say about this. Sorry about that, and thank you with all my heart.
‘love comes in phone calls from heaven’ I am in love with this line. This is simply awesome.
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Thank you for this lovely comment. I am very glad you love it. That makes my day.
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