Memory Of Dust

to all places of aspirant return you to the small affluent farm where the fat brown cows graze or you to the pink glow of azaleas beneath live oaks and gray moss shimmering like a pastel spring fog and to all strangers out of place the white iris in a field of purple staring amazed and lonely as grief you of the wild white river raging the silence of footfalls in cedars in time's snow capped mountains you of sorrow and cocaine winter desperately tuned to a blue dance ascending lost ecstasy in a dream cherish the moment and memory soon we become the gray past soon we return full circle to earth our last vow of perpetual journey ends with the stone city of death where memories reside in the dust