There wasn't much of me left when you came through the door all the pieces scattered in some distant place a forest where the trees are still the cold rain falls endlessly in a steady, n u m b i n g rhythm Night-blooming jasmine dimly lit by moonlight, white petals F a l l i n g calling out to you in a d r i f t i n g melody barely there Yet, your weary hand still reaches for me And stay, holding me as I c r u m b l e into your collapsing bones Dust To Dust Through all eternity
Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole 