Scars

The sun cast shadows across the lot as people
walk from a shadow to a misformed shadow

Tears cool hot flesh as it spilled down pale skin
shaded faces stopped and looked from
the mass of black garbed men and women
then jumped to the small trembling figure

The trembling boy was staring at the cold
quiet, blue beads that his little fingers had
hooked around

They say "time heals all wounds", but
the scars still burn for reassurence.

Soulless

The shadows dance around as the trees
bend with each gentle caress of the wind

A lone soul sits beneath outstretched branches
watching and waiting like a wolf readying
itself for an attack

With a single touch you tame taht savage
soul and just as swiftly you shatter it in
your hands

Darkened forms stop to mend the broken
mass

In these forms a womans steps forward and
gently lifts the fragment of the soul and heart

She closes her hands around the piece and
leaves, still holding a single lone heart