To dust and back.

Iron birds wish to fly
Triangles of them fighting to stay alive
Across the coast.
Heaviest of lights unfolding under one breath
It will all come to a desolate end.
Now that they have disappeared.
A cruel time winter is
Time is stolen from us
Harsh and heaving on those beautiful wings
I stand here and stare at my last fragment of a dream
From rock piles and pebble paintings
I am once again frozen in scream.
Never heard.
From one place to another
From one sky to another
I search for what they call faith.
Assurance embraces me at a window
A silent whisper tells me to go on
An immovable spirit speaks.
Lingers on a while.
Mountains stand for what they believe in
A call to climb
Towards the light, inviting and inciting
The sunshine peeps behind a cloud
Tells me, “ Leave it all behind”
As faith throws open the window
“Let us go then You and I…When the evening is spread out against the sky”