Fortunes in pieces,
Glass touch and gone
Shatters to dust
The freedom so fragile
Splinters and floats
Floats like bubble
To toast the ceiling
Dance with the clouds
Puffed white
In childs hide and seek
Screaming in soft laughter
Yet gone
The precinct
The hope its lost
In tender youths imprisonment
Childs life is trapped
Splendid cage of reverie
Forever captured
In broken glass
And black and white
One lone photo
And flesh to field
The child has gone. . .
