Wednesday, 16 January 2013

...a glint

a glint on the
dry pavement
a sole recollection
a dead reflection-
cosmic star shine, 
under a sterile orange glow
it caught my eye; a silver cross.
galaxy-gloss and mud-encrusted
yet to be entrusted- 
I picked it up. I don't know why 
and I don't know why
a heavy sigh, escaped my lips 
as I traced its dirty cold tips,
the black string, had been ripped
off, two tears, torn apart
I wonder wearer,
what made you lose heart
in infinity, in the divinity
of this moment?