Manonton Dalan (virginia, usa)

i feel like pouring my heart
but where, when my canvass
faded to undefined fabrics
...being blown by gush of wind
which at one time caressing
my face while i mold a dream

threads now, scattered with dust
tracing direction of unknown delights
once adorn rising and setting sun
beyond those glorious moments
still embedded within breathe of time
a whisper of shifting sand to a chime