My Gifted Life

Drip
Echo
Quiet steps you don’t hear
Shadows drift across the floor
Empty hallways call you
Near the empty cobwebbed door

Time
Snow drifts build against an old oak
Bowed against a cold north gale
Moonlit night ice glitters dark
and shatters

Deep inside
The cavern echoes and you hear
Thoughts that started long ago
Round they come to tear
Away the mask you wore
Forever

Burst
The thin shell cracks apart
As fragments scatter on a cold night wind
A bright golden bird rises
Phoenix