Beauty as deep as the skin
Shelter of shallow wishes, nothing more
Hanging in the wind blowing cold
Empty the bowls, pull up the stakes
Move to the land whispering another day
Mere dust and bone
Crumbling in each burning day
Fumbling with a code that unlocks nothing
Tomorrow especially
Holding onto everything I see that looks differently
It's of dust and bone
And it's crumbling too
We are all of dust and bone
Brittle and breaking
Bare and broken in the wind
Wishing we knew more
Sleeping through most days
Confiding in silence
Waiting for the day to brighten and heal
In the setting sun
In the blowing dust
In the cold of night
Before the sun rises
Before the day wakes
Before the kids stir
Make breakfast, do more than smile
In every breaking, love holding
In each dying moment, eternity reviving
image: Dust Layer