Flock

Twisting and turning Together they drift Tossed on the wind The group does not split As a flock They’ll go where they’ll go But with just one flap Dissention does show There’s one who has chosen To separate On spread wings he’ll fly To claim his own fate

Pieces

It’s the pieces When combined That finish the design In a mosaic collection Gathered over a lifetime It’s the pieces Mended together Where broken edge Meets broken edge That turns imperfection Into a masterpiece instead

Time

A keeper Of lost seconds And precious minutes won; A hand Counting the hours Until the day is done; A face Looking back at you In solemn apathy; A guardian That’s honest In the number that you see; ***  Time  *** Will tell the details Offering no apology

Transparent

A transparent soul Allows others to see Their truth In lost battles and victories; Stories and memories Etched into place Life’s struggles and triumphs Intricately laced; Into a pattern Uniquely designed On each soul’s face Are smile and frown lines; Honed by time And polished by grace A transparent soul Becomes a cherished keepsake