Your passing
gives me heady release
new reckoning
suddenly wanting everything
making up for lost years
as dust in your wind
you were the wind
which no longer steer my course
nor I tremble for you
like concerted rustling of leaves
to your random wiles
leaves that yearn to dance
to its own rhythm
hands that held mine
to draw a tree
hands that mould my destiny
now I hold those hands
lifelessly
can I really break the wind
to hold my dust
beneath threads of tapestry
held tight and fast
