Jigsaw

Sublime tears of opaque watercolours cloud;
the luminous orb dulled to lurid black.
I know you attempted to glance inside,
But, you could not see,
nor reach me
how could you?
When you do not feel with your eyes?
eyes that glimpse only movement;
when I am still as a frozen mirrored lake.
 
Loving arms became a prison
Longing became my pain;
a pain I tried to weave into a dream
as the moon painted his smile upon the wall.
Yet, how could the moon understand
the heaviness of a human heart?
How could it know that a lifetime of sorrow
can fit into just one tear?
And, how those tears fell and fall
So, I sailed on the drops of sanity of a while;
 
Until the shadows came and went; and
the room changed shape.
In that moment I realised
that the seeds of loneliness
had long ago blown in on the breeze.
The air infiltrated my lungs
I breathed deep
Eyes wide shut
Euphoric scenery ensued
An onrush of mountains
Of lush trees
Of rivers singing
Oh my happy place;
where I feel understood.
Where I’m no longer the
last jigsaw piece
left in the box,
that just does not fit.
 
And so…I
will take a match to the jigsaw
I will watch it burn
watch it melt; and
sear to ash
I will be my own light
a tiny candle flickering
in the centre of that jet sphere
with the soul of a thousand stars.