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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