Poem

The sky is blue
The heart is gray
It once was here
Now to fray
The pieces strewn
Across the path
Where to land
Never hath
To let it go here and fro
From where it loved to heal and grow
Within me it now lives
To visit when my spirit blends.
The stirring, whirling of it all
Longs to be a grounding hall
Living, walking being here
Complete the twirling living flesh
My heart is gray
The sky is blue
To live and thrive
To make it through
The sky is gray
The heart is true