Dust In the Clouds
Dust in the Clouds
Where could he have gone for cover now
Wherever he is
He’s home for the night
Down the road or further away from the house
Where he’d reside since a child
Within a place free of sound
Now collecting dust in the clouds
He comes and goes like everybody else
The dry leaves stumble and collapse along
their way to the other side
He sung a song of glory, not of defeat
The years slipped through his fingers
And lingered in his mind
I’ve cried with him
In the depth of his despair and pain
Everybody goes
Somewhere , somehow , far, unknown to the eye
As his journey reaches its end
Fighting but to no amend
Where the guardian calls
And he can not but give in
When you can’t reach home
In the blizzard, storm
Live enough to see their eyes smile with comfort and delight
His night will come sooner than most
The closer he gets
The more he dreads the shadow of death
Cast upon his head
So he lets go of little things
Little deaths
Change of seasons and trends
Time will come and fade away
Sound asleep and rigid on the bed
See through the bitter end
Or with warmth , dignity and delight
We carry it all on our own
Sinking into it
Sharing the warmth of his hand
Flowers all about
Cologne sprayed on either side of his neck
Closed his eyes and shut his mouth
Away he flew out of our nest
Into another realm
Marckincia Jean
Free verse
11/28/19
Copyright © Marckincia Jean | Year Posted 2019
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