Return To Dust
dust floats in the still air
otherworldly in the shafts of sunlight that
slip silently onto the floor from the
partially obscured window
the curtain rustles slightly in a dry gasp of breeze
spring is alive and bursting its bonds outside
one can almost taste how the virgin spring air returns life to
the windswept field below
the vacant room echoes my footsteps
its expanse of naked wood floorboards looks
beaten and weathered
rough against my bare feet
but its is the sparkling treasure
laying in the surreal sunlight
a heart shaped necklace
a lament that appeals with a golden glow
the riches of a heart that once was abundant with sweet love
slowly buried in dust
in my mouth
my words once bold and bright
words that once carried and cared for
words that lovingly embraced the reader
now caked with layers of dust
as the room became the cage
locked away with only
the warmth of a surrendered heart
and the unspeakable sunlight that never cares
never embraces
never loves
and of course
the dust
slowly burying eyesight
obscuring the world in this grey room
the dust i live and breath
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