Broken glass dusts the area with light

— like a Christmas tree in a shredder.

A bird carries my thoughts with all his might

— until I am feeling much better.

*

Motionless in the vast still of the night

— I couldn’t possibly be deader.

Something out here is too wrong to be right

— I’d run away were there no fetter.

*

This life is slipping further from my sight

— I recall the day that I met her.

The window is shuttered on me, tight

— I hope that I never forget her.

*

The light, the light, oh holy light, it’s white

— hallucinations of the forever.

Darkness follows behind, ready to fight

— I have now lost hold of my tether.

*

Away, away, I fly away tonight

— searching for that bird of a feather.

Just one more chance, a pause on this, my plight

— so I can whisper that I love her.

*