Dust

A murmur moves me
as waves splash against
my soul. Your voice
steams of truth, radiance.
I shatter, revealing
the hollowness, a pile
of ash. Stirring, the wind
carries me to the shore.
Glancing at the bright
coins in your eyes, I fall.
Settling in the stream,
flecks of me sparkle
in the sun,  but you were
purposely blind.
Deidre Grotbo