Of love, of laughter and life's long road.
your vacant rooms, your roofless walls.
Of lives lived , the rise and falls.
The skeletal remains, the hint of a once living being.
It is all now dust, that is all i am now seeing.
A molecular point cloud without its flesh.
The once living entity that kept you fresh.
Bones of a mortar skeleton is all that remain.
No mortal entity for you to share lifes pain.
Dust you are and to dust you are now going.
Memories of life lived in the wind is all but blowing.
New life awakens my wanderer vagrant fire,
A new story begins as i now walk your funeral pyre.
Your broken shell dismantled, destitute & old,
Provides a welcome shelter from this lifes fierce cold.
Your exposed broken walls a refuge safe haven,
A small sanctuary of a life that so graven.
I identify with your forgotten fortitude and shelter.
As im here reflecting in my present helter skelter.
QJD - 2013
