Lying Like Dust
What can become of us, out here
where time goes on around us all?
What can we do, what can we say?
when there is time and there is stillness
right at its heart. The single point
where every second lasts forever,
if only we knew how to hold
on tight to it, so it does not
just slip away into the past
unnoticed and unused, then gone.
There's nothing else to say, not now
the words have all been used and lost.
Each spoken and then left to die
on breezes dancing dust around
the air between us. Every word
a mote that floats on through the light
until it's lost in silent shadows.
Lying like the heaping dust
on all forgotten memories.