Where The Light Fell

Once glowing orbs, now dull and

Seized with drought

Cannot force even a

Tiny glass bead in one corner.

The deserts of Arabia are wetter

Than my cheeks;

I am not sad, nor tearful,

Though my poor heart cannot cope

And shatters as a glass chandelier

Falling from above

That hits the ground too hard:

A thousand un-cried tears. Broken

Fragments of my love. Scattered.

My heart was in my mouth but

Now it sinks to where the butterflies lived.

No attempts made to clean the room

Where the light fell, for fear of

Jagged pieces harming others needlessly.

So the shattered is

Locked away in that dark, magnificent prison.

Danger. Any life warded away by the yellow tape

And cobwebs formed in my chest. Until

The Valiant rides in on his trusty steed:

"I'll fix it! I'll fix you. Here..."

A kiss, and a smile playing on my lips

I do not notice, until it is too late

And my chandelier heart has melted and been

Repurposed as purpose returns,

The dust and cobwebs sighed away in the

Hurricane, the chandelier lit,

And the prison to a gallery of

Sunbeams, radiant again.