In Pieces Poem by Patti Masterman

There are handless lovers
Somewhere we can't reach,
There's jars of dead babys
On a stillborn beach.

There's a lonely sailor
Stranded on sand,
And a drowning mermaid
Beneath the land.

There's words we can't say
In a night so long,
The sun's up again
Before it's begun.

There's a raining fire
And a smoking haze,
And we all grew blind
Before we learned to gaze.

We learned to drive
Before we learned to walk,
And we read the skies
Before the clocks.

And we ran so fast
And we ran so slow,
We forgot the dreams
That made us go.

We ran out of time
Before we were born-
And when we're together,
In pieces, we're torn.