When We Are Lost And Broken... Poem by DM W

When we are lost and broken, we can look
At the night skies; teeming with gleaming stars,
For reassurance. Death of the ego
Will break all the distorted mirrors of
The contrived ages. We can try to decipher
Strange, angelic codes that drift upon the wind;
With the discarded instruments of faith.
In the twilight realms, between love and dreams,
We poets can arrange new words and forms,
For the ancient ceremony; that is life.
Upon the crude skeleton of dark thought,
We can layer flesh of different colours.
Within this often cold, monochrome world,
We weave warm, fine webs of human longing.