When you hear the pitter patter of the raindrops

And see raindrops zig zagging along broken glass

Glass hearts

Glass minds

Thunderstorms raging through the soul to mend the heart.

Coffee bitter but sweet to wake the weary soul

Coffee brown black like the skies reflection of the heart

Tablecloth white, pure

The heart yearning for releasing to become free

To soar triumphant in the moody air.

Eyes downcast and ears closed in agony

Agony from the shouts of mindlessness

The storm so full of rage and anger drowns out heartbeats

Soul crushed under heavy clouds filled with tears waiting

...Waiting to burst free from prison

To release crystals clear unto jagged glass.

Red, orange, yellow, indigo

Colors that escape to lighten the coffee to light

Tan skin cracked in smiles

White teeth blinding as sun gloriously shines in mended windows.

Heart now white, pure

Table cloth now coloured to reflect the joy of eyes

Eyes now shining bright and ears open to listen to the orchestra of birds

Birds free, soaring freely outside mended glass.