The 'Nature' of Dusts
The 'Nature' of Dusts
Feelings curled up in a can formerly marked
For bonds caressed in nurtured hays larked
Titivated in golden crème as was comprehended
Hoped in flights of angelic wings apprehended
Sought for dreams that seemed approachable
And realized in bonds that seemed invincible
Swished away so smoothly yet with a burst
That a sudden death led to insatiate thirst
And Nature’s wrath from four corners came
To invade the calmness of so settled shame
But to reveal the filters of darkening shadows
In the luminescence of all convincing meadows
Calling the summons of unrealized proportions
And circling the arbitrary depths of dimensions
The flight of the angels falling apart in disharmony
Chalking a unholy mirage as if it were a felony
Salvaging nothing but a survival in apparition
Leaving remnants of forgotten dusts in reason