In these days of dust 3

building castles of smoke reaching for sky hangs heavy tears of stars in the quiet spaces the echo is forever in these days of dust the sun bleeds into rust long shades that stretch in ghosts of twilight hangs heavy the air in shrouds woven of forgotten names my breath is fragile only shadows remain and walk this earth as watercolors in the rain a canvas of all eternity ticks the secret clock rhythm in decay through an hourglass, rages the mirror, a stranger a metronome echos the ages in these oceans of dust only I linger in the last days