Dust

Why,

Why do you elude me so?

So close and yet eternally far,

Like a Moth to the Moon

I am drawn in, trapt,

I did not want to fall for you.

And yet,

Here I am,

The Tortured Artist once more.

You are my Joy and my Sorrow.

Is it not funny

How it changes the best of us?

Controlling us as puppets;

Old Man Time.

Chronos.

I did not think that I

Would be here.

But what matters such thoughts?

I care far too much

And I fear

She cares far too little.

And so the comedy

Of the heart goes

Since time first began.

How easy it seems

For me to be selfish

And let the chips fall

Where they may.

But I refuse to hurt you,

To let our love blow like Dust

Upon the Sands of Time.

And so I suffer.

But I suffer in joy,

To still see by your light,

And I would not for the world

See our positions reversed

And hold you in the Hell

Where I labour and toil,

Where I am tortured and blessed

In your name

By my Heart.