Sandstorm

Did you take a look at her and let a moment pass While your long coat bled of winter rains On green yet futile grass Did you sigh did you wonder why she never shows a frown While your shoe tip wears with dust in time Life passes by in stints of mime And Love is marred by distant crimes Cadavers seldom drown Did you gasp when her charming clasp rummaged through your face While you bid to fix the pace of heart The chase was thrilling from the start No place left for your mind to dart A smile of morbid grace Did you melt in joy and mirth as the night dissolved her name While you looked like feathered, severed wings Your eyes felt moist, did you cry your dreams The hate was now just muffled screams Stillbirth is a shame A concubine to inner strife out of focus, old No dearth of pain in a picquant life The toxic fumes grow bold The ugly toad will always croak Longing for the final choke Moments wilt on crumbling 'roak's Stories hide untold