Where Dreams Turn To Dust… 13 Wednesday Aug 2014 Posted by Fillmyeyes in Poetry ≈ Leave a comment TagsCally2001~ By: Cally2001~. Today, I surrender to the dust, this mass heap at my feet. Fresh are the imprints that taunt my soul as if still being trampled upon. . You cradled my heart, humbled my purpose, turned my breath molten with your wanting words. . You entered a chamber of my mind, held its long forgotten occupants in the palm of your hand until it charred your fingers, then burned your flesh to the bone. . Tomorrow, memories will slip through my fingers to fill the void where comfort once rested and dust was whole. . © Orania Hamilton Cally2001 Share this:ShareTwitterFacebookPinterestTumblrLike this:Like Loading... Related