Dust From the Past
Dust From The Past
Vanishing lines of time like wrinkles sleep
Through sand and dust dark ages dry
Stretch back as filtered thoughts we try to keep
As it stings the eyes through memory as we cry
For love, one true love, is it there once more?
Is it there lost in the fog, lost like war?
We struggle like swinging strings back to the past
Gather like dust forming on the mantel piece
When we reach our destination there at last
We rest upon the fire place with peace
Two specks of dust resting side by side
Rebirth upon the fire place of past desires
Perhaps all fires burn out in times lost tide
We raise a glass that our love will not expire
Created on 10/23/14 for- Pick A Title – Poetry Contest
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