When Nothing Becomes Something
When nothing becomes something
Shattered pieces somehow forming
Spilled they are, within this frame
Their looks familiar, yet not the same
Shape acquainted, but not quite near
Till foggy eyes, discovered clear
What’s gone is gone, the past no more
Errant thoughts swept out the door
For none of these shall reappear
Angry voice on bended ear
Painful nights and hopeless days
Bended knees to beg for praise
The path of broken cobblestones
Forgotten scent of pheromones
Empty vase without a rose
An empty garden filled with crows
Twisting words, and spindled lies
Darkness shouting, criticized
Double speak, and double crossed
When borrowing outweighed the cost
Something false came crashing down
Shattered shards across the ground
Then wind, and rain, and stormy nights
Questioned wrongs, discovered rights
Burdened still, confusion reigned
Until that day, salvation came
The single flame, the saving grace
Freshened air that came in place
Something changed, then rearranged
Nothingness had been exchanged
A mosaic from the tiny shards
Flowers bloomed throughout the yard
Sunny days, and tranquil nights
Thoughts above to dizzy heights
Soft and true, a loving touch
Newfound vision, for it was such
Broken stones, our garden wall
Winds that whisper ancient calls
What was cast away, now rebuilt
Free from shame, free from guilt
Joyful verse, and tender words
New found peace, the symbol bird
Soon, so soon, the coming spring
Heartbeats true, at last they sing
Additional Reading
R.J. Schwartz is an American Poet and Author.
His complete works on The Creative Exiles Website can be found here
The Gypsy Thread is a huge collection of his original work
Ralph also writes on HubPages
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