When We Are Lost And Broken...

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.