Distant Scream of Dust & Dream

 








This is how
it feels,
the world moves on

blue-grey mo(u)rns

my insides
popping to polyglots,
'neath a garden of skin-
scratching foreign names

under your breath
& over the clouds
within cloaks of war
on alien shores...

& I watch you drift
on the bold, free dawn
as proud as gold & Sun

upon faraway glints
the steel is set
against blackest night
to clash on the waves...

one by one
on parting tongue
our scattered beach,

battered behind
these shattered walls
we breach to sleep
with our distant screams...

slash & crash
the sands of time,

this is how
it feels,
the world
moves on

to the speak or shriek
of dust & dream.