Dust to Dust

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Smoke
the world around
wondering what will be revealed–
a lucid and revelatory joy.

Oh, to wake up,
to say I saw,
believe I concurred,
know I am.

But in the dust
I waste,
drawing only
what I wish were.

A cliff of hope
with a vision.
Future driven path,
lived right in the now.

Two angels,
brought together
in the dim light
of a sunset heaven,

say,
this castle exists
as the foot feels
only in your dreams.

In that place,
I saw.
I concurred.
I was.

Blow
the world away
scattering memory of what was–
a myth, a history, a name.

Beauty comes
from the ashes
that’s what
they say.


by C. Perry Dougherty