Dust (A Revision of Wandering)

My heart was not made for this non life
My head not created to be stagnant
I want to feel, to love, to know
Wandering about without knowing
Yet not lost. Exactly where I'm meant
Blooms of dust curling behind my boots

Stones (A Revision Of Wall)

The wall just appears
Suddenly, dark of night
As if stone masons by stealth
Came into my life and it sprang
Stone by rough hewn stone
Around every part of me
Blocking what confidence remained
Every past doubt and pain
Slamming into it and exploding
Into trillions of pieces and more

Sunset

It's just a sunset
No matter how fire-streaked
And vermilion its beauty
It's just a sunset
No matter how fetching
The counterpoint of muted purples
It's just a sunset
It will end, signalling
An end to the day, a finality
Rising again on the morrow
With the same flourish it left
Process beginning again
Only to slowly drop once more
It's just a sunset
In that setting, that ending
Is there a clean start?
Maybe for some
It's just a sunset