pieces

i'm torn apart

shredded to pieces

my heart was fine

now it's fallen to pieces

nothing left now

torn up from the inside

the pieces fly away

til the shell is empty inside

i hate this feeling

feeling without a heart

feeling without feeling

torn up without bleeding

i hate this crying

that i cannot explain

no more talk of sighing

now i'm full of pain

night sky

once upon a time

we were children staring at the sky

with great imaginations

of orion far away, holding a mighty bow

of leo lounging, or pouncing on some wayward beast

but now we are grown

no longer children

and now, holding your hand, 

we stare at the sky above

and know that orion is not standing in the sky far away

nor leo restiong in some distant copse

we wonder in great wonderment

at the breadth of the sky

and the distance of the stars

and in that moment, 

we call upon God

the creator of great orion, of leo

of breadth and depth

of this great night sky

and we say,

God, You are.