Crystalline

I walk along the shattered ground,
That builds a path beneath me,
Filling the darkness,
Like a beautiful mosaic.

The fragments form around me,
First a sky, then trees,
Then a field of flowers.

The rutted path continues,
It's crystalline fragments,
Stretching on,
Into the unforeseeable future.

A warm breeze blows,
Lifting my spirits,
And my long red hair,
Into the wind.

I smile in wonder,
Wonder of a world that formed,
From Darkness.