"Cut"
24.9.11
"I found it.
Hidden amongst the rubble,
the flames,
the broken glass.
Had it been following me?
One can only wish.
Simply, happiness.
A foot in another realm.
It was not corporated yellow and black smiles.
Nor laughter,
or glitter.
Not even a favourite.
It was colourless light.
The quiet backdrop.
Pen on paper.
The serenity of the mind.
How it beats back,
glorious in itself.
Beat the sin of the dark,
to the burrows, they go.
Hand in hand
it walks.
For they both strike,
when the other's back is turned."