Dawn to Dust
The fleeting desires depart
As dust dawns upon ivory
Corridors beckoning the tragic
Child who slipped between the cracks
Of pavements that grow like cobwebs
In the corners of my youth.
The Earth, her doldrums
Caparison our cities
And sever our ties with the spiraling galaxies
The forgotten echoes of freedom.
Though knowledge is abandoned some feel it
Like a fluttering eye
Glimpsing the gathering storm
Some dream and pray for the lost poets
Where are they now?
Bards and troubadours they've strayed
From forest paths and slipped
In and out of coffee shops
Trading stanzas and cigarettes.
But where does the eternal child stand in all this?
Glowing beacon of innocence
I've lost sight of you
Amidst the gathering dust.