Sifting thoughts

I gather the bits and pieces

like broken stars jagged and laying upon the mind

shaking and moving, searching

for anything left to salvage

to patch back together with the magic salve

like glue, tiny pieces continually fall through

leaving their memory behind.

I sift these pieces in the light that fades

sparkling elements glitter in the rising moon

and I hear them call quietly

requesting passage to return to what they had been

when they shone like diamonds

and I gather them in my hands

blowing them into the night sky

as they trickle down, falling like tears

I had once cried.

Image: Sifting Shadows-Bolton Coit Brown