My Soul Is As Dust

Many cracks harbor water glimpses
of my past long gone I cannot
see my face
Motes with wings gather vultures sing
a song unspoken lost in age
of dust it covers all
the stone
free the mirror lost in water stinging me
a soul as dust wont fill
my bowl
walking waking undertaking journey lasting
burning let me go to
find my home
eyes of fire never dry dust now fills my soul

by James McLain

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