Segment

Segment by segment 
the secret breaks. There was 
no song afterwards. 

A robin hops on the dirt road. 
Time was scare. 
Living water was escaping. 

Visibility has not changed. 
I walk in great agony 
without you. 

The fabric was loosing 
the color. The book will 
never be complete. 

I enter the colosseum, for 
digging up the voices― 
buried in the throats. 

The daffodils wait in 
backyard for the ceremony. 
Light has come in the eyes.