Dust in the wind

October 13, 2008

Dust in the wind
Caressing your face
Let it be ashes to ashes
For what is left.
An old tree branch eroded
Ruins of ancient life
Beauty lying in the desolate
Beauty lying in the mind
not in the eye.


Sweet, sour and bitter memories
Mistakes to be made
Failures to evade
Chase, race around her head
but no regret
for it was once upon a lifetime
the opportunity was met