One for sorrow?
I see all the parts of you:
scraps of life and daily grind,
broken here and there by time.
If you could only see
the shine and sparkle
there for me –
adventures, wishes, secrets, joys –
bright as stars amidst the noisy
rubble of a lived-in life.
From inside out, it may seem rife
bills to pay,
But looking from the outside in?
So many shiny things within!
A treasure trove you can’t disguise.
Your colours catch my beady eyes.
I could steal
the vivid things that make you real,
I’d leave my black and white and wear
each jewelled hope,
each golden prayer.
But, unfortunate as it is true,
I can’t take these things from you.
So I sit
in sullen reverie
of shiny things
not meant for me.
(c) 2014 Marion McDowell