We pour the dust

in the river, and we

see the dust fly in

the air, and we stand

with tears and silence,

living with our own fears.

 

This is the way of life,

this is the end of death,

and we are scattered

in silence upon this one earth,

as the dust mixes with the

water and is taken by the sky,

 

Such dreams we had, so many

plans, and happiness betrayed

as to the coming day, and the

truth is that not much remains

from that which was hoped for in

younger days under water and sky.

 

9/4/2024