Broken Windows

Life is full of stages. Nothing remans the same. .

                                            Broken Windows

vodka filled vases dance in wild abandon
defying light's darkness as dawn breaks
the rules of roses, grown in graveyards
of our dreams

in our youth
we revel in the thrills of fiery fearful tears
like juices of our tightened toes and thighs
as we cry and sing the hymn of angels

then storms come and carry us through
the paths untrodden, forbidden, hidden
as we grope, touch, bleed, wonder, crawl
in the womb

of our tomb
yet we remain unshaken, as we shake
and break the windows as worms watch
in awe, disgust, admiration, love, hate

of our triumph