New beginnings

And you know there's no point
in recriminations
and justifications

and

obsessing over
the ramifications,
and pontificating
over the sad truth of it all
The past dwells in the past
(and there it should remain)

This is for you.

I sent out a whisper to Creation today
Told it what I finally knew;
it's always been you

Shatter my soul
into a million pieces,
more skilled in your craft than a glass blower
you breathe me back together,
inhale me in

Pixie dust

Even if I dream my life away

will you still hold a corner in the centre of the universe for me?

Or will the stars slip out of its proximity

crashing down,

leaving trails of pixie dust flying around