Splintered sunbeams slash the floor.
A kaleidoscope of shards, no more.
Whispers of a love that\'s lost its way.
A prism of pain, in a fractured day.
Glints of vision, like shards of glass,
Reflect the fragments of a love that remains.
Splintered dreams, like rays of light,
Refracted through the prism of a broken night.
In the kaleidoscope of shattered hope,
A new pattern emerges, a different scope.
A mosaic of heartbeats, reassembled with care,
A fractured light, that\'s reformed, and still shines there.
Illuminating paths, to a heartfelt form.
And the soft silence that follows the storm.