Splinters

Soft you are

Like a goose down pillow

That cradles my head on those nights

When living had stolen so much from me

And I am weary

My soul aching to find

A place of rest

Beautiful you are

With the images and metaphors you write

That fall from your fingers

Which dancing upon keys

Pour out jewels of light

That tempt the soul in despair to winged flight

Artful you are

Weaving blessings out of pain

And deep maturity out of fractured innocence

Which just goes to show that

Sometimes when illusions shatter 

The glittering splinters that remain

Create the most magical of Art