Dust

Can you honestly forgo this night, for the sake of days apart?
Time of ease in a dark descent, 'till emptiness fills your eyes.
Talk as if you know the make of tomorrow, the shapes unknown.
Talk as if you feel the children, as a piece of your own.

Softly moving to your end desires, chalkboard empty, black and wide.
feel the silk that is holding you, in a mass of flesh and blood.
What if we bury the kids on a sun soaked afternoon?
What if we never find the hands, that lay us next to their bones?

On a sidewalk across the street, you submit to blades of grass.
Feel the breeze on your neck and arms, see the green dance on your dime.
your past hollow like a cloud of dust, one that lays waste to your hours.
Now you're sunken with a heart of sand, did you hear me at all?