Dust Me Away

I'm so lost in the fragile dawn when the sun is cloud-hidden and before the first spring flowers have risen from wintry hibernation. To deities known or existing in secretive obscurity, I've prayed in tears without receiving solace or clarity. I've declared my intentions for a meaningful love and sat down beside water streams, I've seemingly lived my life to part abruptly with all my dreams. I've known the hours of darkness and defeat, I've relented all my resistance when the powers against me were too immense. I'm no longer a fighting son in the far-flung kingdoms of hope, I'm a merely a stranger unrecognizable as truly human to passersby who dust me away down these boulevards isolated from compassion.