Tired Souls

Crawling through the dust, memories and blood, the search continues for days and years. Darkness slips around, growling with thunder, threatening the search for tonight. Frustration mounts as droplets fall, tears for those whose souls are already flying. Ivory, enamel, slate and glass piece by piece, collected, formed, prodded, studied Searching the corners, gathering the dust, pushing aside photos, books and stories from years gone by. Floating above, sitting in the way - souls, tired and recently dispatched. Not knowing where to go or what to do, they watch their own investigation Crawling through dust, memories and blood, the search continues for days and years.