beauty beyond repair

the fabric of the heart,
torn by the gentlest rain,
are the innocent spared pain
by the god of bullets
is the fading thought of the den,
where cries dissolve to light,
and then reunion, as if night
were just a story
take them for the wall,
seek their courage from seasoned hearts,
where you end is where the wolf starts
the elk soars the pheasant gallops the elephant walks on water

– Charles Drago