Circles moving

Shattered glass
Fragments of thoughts smash
Through the conscious mind
Interstate collision
Green blue hue
Thoughts of you.
Separate stance
Scattered in pavement grooves
Gathered and swept
Recycle dream returns
At night.
Eyes closed yet seeing
Visions assail the tired tissue
Together and apart
Of the whole to become
The art this life creates
The vision shards glisten
Though broken still
Whole.
The circle moves silently
Spinning glass bit
Tempered in my hand.