Dust of bones and
Shards of memory and
Slow dripping sorrow
Running down my face
Encased in shadow

Life is made of these
Painful ashen memories
What we hold in hands left empty
All was swept away and we are gifted pity

These moments define us
They free and confine us
When the forge's bellows roar and the hammer falls
This is what we are left with after all

You hold your heart in your hands
And it hypnotizes you with emotion
A swirling vortex of thought and feeling
That sweeps over all of who you are

So the "who I am" appears from the dust and shadow

What will you do when the world comes crashing down
And all you are left with is your heart and your hands?

I rebuild

1:19 am
02/19/2006