The world collapses
In slow motion
Whirlwind of
Personal tragedy
Pulse & beat
In half time
Quarter time
A still life of
Flying debris

And...
Breathe

She smiles
Her eyes light the way
Tread carefully
Through
The spinning crumbs
Of a life decayed
To reach her smile
To see rebirth
A new still life
Spinning up
To Joy
All Played out
In her eyes.