trust is fragile
Trust is fragile
Like a moth riding the opulent night sky
Like rose petals strewn upon white satin
Like the golden rays of sunshine painting a spider web
Like a spirit in the breeze
Like a melody in a cloud of chronic shuffle
Like a silvery gum leaf partway tread into the snow
Like a dream in a sea storm
Like the scent of jasmine and the light sprinkling of rain on the grass
Trust is fragile, like love in the hands of circumstance.
Carly Findlay,
June 2000