A fractured canopy

Knitting dreams
under a forbidden canopy

Next to the street opposite to me
is a small river of stars

There is a leak in this canopy
the dripping water
turns into a message
before it reaches me

In the darkness
is hidden a song
which was written centuries ago
by a man in love with me

The roof is the sky
It is separating me from the sky behind it

Soon I will turn into a purple flower
my nectar will be distributed amongst the most fortunate
To bloom, I need more sun
for which I finally will have to move out of this fractured canopy

"The canopy broke when she left."

Shringi
May 10, 2011