Reflection on Broken China

This poem was written immediately after listening to Mr. Wright's solo album Broken China for the first time. It's not a masterwork or anything (my poem, I mean--Broken China just might qualify as one), but it will show (I hope) the powerful emotional reaction I had to this album--Mr. Wright is wonderful at making the listener able to identify with him...even more, to feel that you are in his shoes, experiencing what he does.

The Watcher stands upon the edge
Feeling her pain as his own
And his outstretched hand
Empty without its counterpart
Is the symbol of his pain
Is the symbol of his love

The Watcher reaches into the glassy sea
Wanting so much to take her home
Wanting to give her his shoulder
To lean upon, wanting to give her his hand
The Watcher gives her comfort
But who will comfort the Watcher?

And in a shining moment--the connection
The Watcher can finally surrender this name
He gives her the love she's wanted to have
And then he takes her home
He takes heart in the warmth of her hand
And she in his

2001 by FloydWaters