The Duty Of Dust

Knees are grazed digging soil for the soul

Nails are cracked by the widening hole

And the clouds pour in,

to the silent blue

warm pool of memories lost

It is the duty of dust

To remind us that which must,

Never, ever, be forgotten

The trance of fire we never tire

Bright knives of memories lost

Call out to the empty street and ask where it’s going;

And if you’re welcome, welcome all that it holds

This song of memories lost, it is the twilight;

mood music of ancient stories told

Remind me of our time,

with your wonderful dark breath

tuning to waves from distant suns;

you see, now, where we have gone?

Drowning in memories lost

It is the duty of dust,

To remind us that which must

Never, ever, be forgotten