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.


Dancing in the dark …

October 13, 2008

A deserted corridor
Of what once used to be
The desperate traveller gazes
at what’s to be left again
The crisping ashes of the past
Give stars and particals of light
Dancing in the dust
To start a new
Once a travelling lady …