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