Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Dust and Ash

Hands filled with dust and ash
relentless cycle of earth, moon, and sun.
What was once future blurs into past;
tendons ache as we try to hold on
to that which we cannot grasp
victimized by gravity.
Life implodes upon itself
into a new sense of reality.

1 comment:

  1. I am new to follow your blog....and have read through many of your poems. They are awesome! I can't wait to read more! You have a wonderful talent, keep writing! :-)