Promise to dust 

Promises fill the air floating as dust motes 

See them dancing prettily full of maybes 

This time is the whisper 

Your hand grasps out not greedy but desperate 

For this time to be the one time 

And you can hold it close forever 

Inhale it deeply to keep feeling it 

Once more 

Once more you see 

The dust promise float away 

You hide troth upon falsehood so it crumbles 

Impermanent and imperfect 

Like a frost that draws you to step up test it’s reality 

And it melts, crumbling away to 

The dust promise it always was
Ailsa 

©AilsaCawleyPoetry2017



Author: ailsacawley

I have written since I can remember, devouring the stories of Roald Dahl under the covers by torchlight. I have always loved fairy tales, myths and magic. A good deal of the things I write has some truth in it. Others, not. I’m pleased you dropped by, please feel free to leave me a comment or if you’re kind enough to share that’s fine. ☺️ View all posts by ailsacawley