Sulphur dust caught in my bones
And swirling in the rust.
Whispers coated with sheer trust
Sizzling like water and limestone.
As heavy as a broken heart,
She picks up fallen light.
Paper cuts of wounded kites
Can still be sold as art.
Filtered sun rays say good bye
To get back home and rest.
Dusk comes to settle on her chest
And brings a lonely sigh.
Homeward bound but knowing no way.
Both her hands come together to pray.