When our lives lie in pieces <br />like shards of shattered glass, <br />a lone piper plays a solemn tune <br />under a faltering moon. <br />We look at the world with sad eyes <br />as the throngs move to and fro, <br />and the ashes of our lives <br />are tossed into prevailing winds <br />to be carried on times rainbow <br />to some distant shore <br />hoping in the magic there <br />they will be reconstructed <br />and return to us once more <br />making us whole again. <br /> <br />20 August 2009<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/like-shards-of-shattered-glass/
