In the most hidden spaces of my memory
Dust devils scatter small echoes of my Memories
across the Walls of Yesteryear.
Shimmering on the Midnight horizons of my Mind.
Playful eddies of dust like an innocent child,
Impishly scurrying across my most sacred memories
unearthed from hiding places embedded
in aeons of drifting sands covered by
ancient mysteries from the fabrics of my universe
Sculpturing with tiny swirls of dust
visions from the ethereal deserts of my life
Shaping realities from the traces of long lost civilisations
covered by the soft drifting sands of my imagination
shaped by memories long gone:
I am an Oasis of Life,
Shaped by memories,
Written in the dust of yesteryear.
I am but Dust.