Dust To Dust

If your heart was a diamond, perfect and clear,
glittering gleaming like a broken heart's tear,
if lust was coal, dusty and black,
would it make you realize you want to come back?

If music was woven with golden thread
soft... like the locks lay upon your head
I would listen all day... and through the night
I would play it once more to make things right.

For if poems and words were always the truth
and were spun into realities as beautiful as you,
my creation would be worth the time that it takes
and the toll that it makes.

For days are like mountains and years are like hills
and the tears are the rivers that turn all the mills.
Though they bring sadness and though they bring pain,
Has one seen a rainbow without any rain?

Though things cannot last, still nothing can die.
It is a circle broken with only goodbyes.
An echo in silence... a wonder we forgot
the weeping of a willow was all for not.

One less second is no concern of mine,
but one may wonder where goes that time...
You can think it like this, you can think it like that.
Will the thinking bring those moments back?

It has been so long, moments have wasted!
Fruits of love I have never tasted
rot on the grounf but will grow towards the sky!
It is the endless circle broken only with goodbye

Crumbling in my hands, the hopes of a past,
leaving, believing that all this could last.
Soil turns to sand and then sand into dust
and blows away in the wind... something bigger than us.

This greater purpose... this greater end
can be seen in every sunrise, every heart of a friend.
Coal into diamond and diamond to rust.
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust!

So be it if words are spun into lies.
It is all just the circle broken with these goodbyes.
In the end... dreams will come and others will rust
it is ashes to ashes and dust to dust!