Pieces/Fragments/Mirrored chards/Broken
make a shatteringly beautiful design
when placed side by side,
with or without spaces.
Blueprint of one’s life. Blueprint of one’s soul
(if mapping such a fleeting essence is at all possible).
Moments stolen/Captured/Turned upside-down/
Falling/Tumbling/Showering/
in a rainbow of colour,
like sand crystals on red clay earth.
Intricate/Wayward/Perfectly imperfect/
like one’s lopsided smile,
or brightly coloured dreams
that come to the fore at night,
in the darkness of a room
with the moon shining on some things,
and not on others.
Night's light is limited, cooler,
doesn’t blaze, roaring, like the sun.
The moon too works in pieces.
Filaments flung from its craters
to shape the Big Dipper, Orion’s Belt, Scales.
Oh to live as a star and burn and be a fragment on a whole night sky.
