Musings of a Broken Mind

Recollection

Parasols, guiding light, faces crying 'neath silken skies.

Blood soaked pillows, reddened tears, pour from uneventful eyes.

Golden cups catch darkened souls, all paths lead to certain doom.

Never shall you know the safety, felt inside a mothers womb.

Lonely waters lap the shores, the truth remains unseen.

Envy is the faience bathed, in longed for verdant green.

Spitting snakes and poisoned darts, seek answers from the past.

Lonely memories, questions answered, tell me, will it last?

© Copyright Janine Bignell 2009