Dust of ages

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Feet drag through the dust of ages,

Gutters filled with greasy ash,

Scribbled verse on yellowed pages,

Grave spot-speckled, rusty rash.

 

Gutters filled with greasy ash,

When sun sets on the final day,

Grave spot-speckled, rusty rash,

A white gull calls to lead the way.

 

When sun sets on the final day,

There’s no more moon to light the night,

A white gull calls to lead the way,

Beyond the doorway bathed in light.

 

There’s no more moon to light the night,

Concrete dust and crumbled stone,

Beyond the doorway bathed in light,

Left behind when gull has flown.

 

Concrete dust and crumbled stone,

Like sands washed on the farthest shore,

Left behind when gull has flown,

I vow that I’ll see you once more.

 

Like sands washed on the farthest shore,

My heart in fragments longs to follow,

I vow that I’ll see you once more,

Borne on the swift wings of the swallow.

 

My heart in fragments longs to follow,

Golden light falls, beckons onward,

Borne on the swift wings of the swallow,

I’ll leave behind life’s treasure hoard.

 

Golden light falls, beckons onward,

Feet drag through the dust of ages,

I’ll leave behind life’s treasure hoard,

Scribbled verse on yellowed pages.

Last sunset

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In the west the sun is sinking,

Turquoise sky soaks up the light,

In the east first stars are blinking.

 

Red cloud billows, day’s blood drinking,

Smothered by the creeping night,

In the west the sun is sinking.

 

Flying home, their safe world shrinking,

Mirror lake reflecting bird flight,

In the east first stars are blinking.

 

Shutters barred and door chains clinking,

The shadows banned by candle bright,

In the west the sun is sinking.

 

The dead are still, they have no inkling,

Lay their ghosts with murmured rite,

In the east first stars are blinking.

 

In the vaults dark coins are chinking,

Buying blindness to our plight,

In the west the sun is sinking,

In the east first stars are blinking.