Red Dusted Heart
my finest moments are littered
with broken pieces of twilight,
and Crucifixion silenced
my hall of soul and light
but as the first moment
after the chaos of a storm,
light returned to filigree
and bewitch me every morn
my illumination came
with skeins of pain and pride,
and yonder on the windowsill
my hide is tanned and dyed
Ive wandered off the path
and traveled terrain for goats,
I waded through the mud
and around a castles moats
my walkabouts have taken me
to places far and wide,
but deep within my being
each cell is wattle lined
my ills and pains are eased
when I look just out the door,
and gum trees stay a swaying
and leaves do dance the floor
and endeavoring to fill
the hole that scars in part,
I bend and pick up red dust
its the essence of my heart
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