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GUY MARTIN DELCAMBRE

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of dust and bone

October 07, 2015

Beauty as deep as the skin

Shelter of shallow wishes, nothing more

Hanging in the wind blowing cold

Empty the bowls, pull up the stakes

Move to the land whispering another day

 

Mere dust and bone

Crumbling in each burning day

Fumbling with a code that unlocks nothing

Tomorrow especially

Holding onto everything I see that looks differently 

It's of dust and bone

And it's crumbling too

 

We are all of dust and bone

Brittle and breaking 

Bare and broken in the wind

Wishing we knew more

Sleeping through most days

Confiding in silence

Waiting for the day to brighten and heal

 

In the setting sun

In the blowing dust

In the cold of night

Before the sun rises

Before the day wakes

Before the kids stir

 

Make breakfast, do more than smile

 

In every breaking, love holding

In each dying moment, eternity reviving

 

image: Dust Layer 

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