Empty

I have become an empty shadow
leaving pieces of me behind
my reflection is that of a stranger
hoping one day a part of me you’ll find

I tie black ribbons around their wastes
as I wave good mourning to the trees
I feel their breath brushing through my hair
as they whisper hello in the breeze

I pick the fallen stars like flowers
as they lie lifeless on the ground
unlit candles within their bellies
forgotten in the dark not to be found

I am the stranger without a face
my scattered soul like fragmented debris
hoping one day to comlete the picture
and face the reality of the reflection of me

© 06.09.2009