spirit

soft and hollow night.
i scoop out the better bits.
leave the rind behind.

in the glass fishbowl
all life’s flaws are magnified.
clear as a salt mine.

music the soundtrack
to the journey of our lives.
from heartbreak to hope.

show me your troubles
and i’ll happily keep mine.
no troubles no life.

when time is a wind,
misfortune blows the hardest.
life a fragile flame.

and so the worm turns
just like the changing seasons.
we fall down and mourn.