world built far away from me,
couldn’t make your sand mine
even when it settled in the cracks
of my dry brown skin
This time, I only saw beauty
running by the surface
of my bubbled lenses
Only when I opened
an umbrella of rainbows
did the patterns of love
shine brighter than
my glazing doubts
But that view died
with the fading of magic
and my steady eyes
could not follow the path
I tasted epiphany long enough
to know that love -
in its subtle absence
travels with the wind
But as she said,
wild is the wind
and we are all covered
in dust.
