days held fast by mesh of time
cast down with echo
fallen but provident
through rain and smoke
gifts of errant wind
you hold dust in your hands
eyes cast down
into blue shadows
that pool like quilts
only this holds it in deep place
past where so many have fallen
past your dreamful hopes
that were not really yours
how do you have something
when there is only the geometry of reflection
all stars fall across the canvas
that belongs to you
but that you will not see until covered with colored lies.