Fractured Day

A little poem with a hint of "limite surréaliste" to add a little spice.





Fractured Day  -  04 Sep !4

Light in the cave of night
Illuminates
Echoes from the fractured day
Stirs the dust and sets it free
Cracks on the mirror
Multiple images
Each one a memory
Of a moment
From the day
Fractures always whole
Hold the day
In the dark
Waiting for the dawn





Perhaps spice is not really the correct word but I feel that it is more interesting for it.