Poetry

Dust (11/5/22)

And as I wipe the dust from your urn
I yearn for the dust inside to reform
And you to return

Like a genie from a lamp in a tale
The caress of my hand a wish
You whole and hale

But magic left my life with your end
Wishes go unanswered
Into the wind

Our hopes, dreams, love, happiness
Reduced to memory
Ash and sadness