How can I help?
When you are there,
broken,
And I am here
And really it is never clear what spoken spell
Might make all well.

If I really tried, inside my mind,
Could I find the golden phrase that stays with you
And acts like glue to bind again
Your fractured brain
and heart?

Are there words that could start to sow
A seed, that could grow and flower
with a power that’s new to you?
Re-wild your soul?
Make you whole?

Face it.
Even if I were there
I have no skills to help repair the wonder
The beauty, the complex uniqueness
I knew as you.

Picture a window of colourful glass,
That makes you smile each time you pass by
Dappled rainbows that glow anew
Each time the golden sun shines through.

Broken one day,
I don’t know why.

How could I even begin such a task?
And why would anyone ever ask
me?
When all could see the sheer untold complexity.

When all you see is ugly dullness
Empty spaces
Jagged edges
Worn-out places.

Broken.

If only I could show you
the you
I saw
Before.

If only love
were enough
To restore.

Or more:
to cast a charm
that starts a storm
that makes a wind
that picks the pieces off the floor.

Spinned and spun
One by one
They rushed, they flew as if they knew their place up high.

And I would see again
So soon
A you
without the pain.
Your smile, your laugh, your hand in mine
And you would understand –
you’re fine –
Just as you are.

And I am the moon
that’s lit by your star.