Healing Tears

 You fall in torrents

and I am washed away

by all that was,

that is,

and all that will be;

This cleansing

heals, yet pains me

to my deepest core,

and even though I feel

as if I am going to drown,

I know the sun is coming.

The Master's Touch

Fragmented heart...

a jigsaw puzzle

yet to be completed,

a work of art

waiting for the perfect brushstroke,

a symphony

waiting for the perfect orchestration,

a poem

waiting for the perfect rhyme,

an empty shell

waiting for the Master's touch.