An Everlasting Rapture

Pieces of my mind, Blowing wildly in westerly breezes, Pieces of my soul freezes, Broken ice, broken heart, The war of hate ceases, Then pieces of scattered words that destroy my peace, Words that storm through trees barren of any good thoughts, Because my lonely silence had fought To find a way through an avalanche of ghastly fate, Pieces of my being left in familiar homes, rooms and streets, Of my many dates, Scattered along as my lovers made hasty retreats To safety and moving away Away from pieces of hate circling around me every day, As love connects from the beauty of goodness, Just my parents way, They were like an anchor to take rest and sail again into each new day, Then you came along my love to lure Me into a glade fertile, green and pure, To play in your peaceful, loving mind, Like an everlasting rapture.