Maybe it’s the wind
that have changed
and now knocks
on the door of the heart
so coldly

Maybe it is the sky
that smiles down
so differently
showing no rainbows
any more

Or is it me
who is unable to see

Never mind
The glass filled with sand
among the rocks
does not fear winds
Blueness of the sky
is no longer seen in it

If it tips over
no harm done
Dust belongs to dust


© Eclipse 2012

Shared on Poetry Picnic  week 31

~ by Eclipse on April 16, 2012.

7 Responses to “*Maybe*”

  1. Dust belongs to dust…indeed.

  2. You write so incredibly poignant… I love it.

    happy rally…!

  3. Read it twice and I must say I totally agree with Sue Dreamwalker. This was wonderful to read and I’ll definitely be back to read some more. Be blessed.


  4. At this moment on your player there is the song “Come cover me”- Nightwish … the music goes perfect with your words here …

    I like whar Bornaija says … dust to dust a poem for us …

  5. We each hold our perspective upon that which changes.. Some never even seeing the change.. While others see it within every drop of rain that falls and within all the grains of sand blown with the wind and washed with the tide.. We are all but grains of sand, and we shall all become but Dust.. and Maybe just Maybe we shall learn how to fly………… 🙂

    Beautiful poem Eclipse.. 🙂 Always a Breath of fresh air when I visit here.. 🙂 and listening to you Music too 🙂

  6. I wish to be able to write such poems…

  7. ‘The glass filled with sand
    among the rocks
    does not fear winds’
    – beautiful!
    Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, poem for us 🙂

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