The Frame

“The Frame”

The frame was flawless,

The picture was perfect.

As I dream and I ponder,

And recollect.

A storm born in anger,

Blown on rage filled winds.

Consuming home and families.

Myself and many friends.

The frame was broken,

The glass was shattered.

I tried to pick up,

The pieces that mattered.

The glass cut my hands,

Blood dripped of my heart.

My eyes cried tears to a sea,

No force could part.

But the frame was flawless,

The picture perfect.

As I dream and ponder,

And recollect.

Danny Gunter

12-11-2010