Pieces

pieces

the sun that wakes the morning
leaves the moon without a throne
as we walk into a new day
chip off pieces and collect stones

we leave ourselves behind us
as we take others onto foreign lands
for a person is never the same again
after being touched by another's hand

so the sun that rose this dawn
finds me wandering down a path
with an eye back on you people
for how we shared ourselves a laugh

and somewhere off in the distance
a heavenly light has shone
and from there we all look the same
as we chip off pieces and collect stones