Dreams Of Dust And Paper

Memory is a treasure and a torment

Dreams of Dust and Paper

 

Darkness has its own accord

Strewn with slivers of candlelight

A turning grace held in velvet

Wrapped in a sea of silver minnows

 

Heaven holds its own belief

The art of a flower in an outstretched hand

A simplicity both concrete and complex

And all eternity in an hour

 

Tomorrow holds its own surprise

The ache of moments never promised

Wrapped in tatters of hope gleaming

A promise better winds will one day rise

 

You were all my winds and minnows

Flowers picked and traded

Infinite kisses in bare feet and denim

All the ways my world stretched out

But never met

 

Age brings its own poison

A sea both distant and confined

I hearken back to beauty

Dressed in silver lace and sunlight

 

But you are already gone

 

-Zoe Richardson (2025)

Author's Note

Playing with ghosts and shadows today

Reviews

[Neville]

The following fine cut and pasted words darn near made my eyes leak all salty .. that's how good they are

You were all my winds and minnows
Flowers picked and traded
Infinite kisses in bare feet and denim
All the ways my world stretched out
But never met

Neville 🌻

[Zoe Richardson]

I am so sorry for the salt, but I am glad my words created a deep response. We all have that one person we cannot let go of.

[Neville]

................................... 😎👍

[John the Baptist]

Hope and disappointment clash in this skillfully imaged rendering. What the speaker once had and what remains of it is painful to read. The speaker has not given up, but what has been lost is ever there in memory.

[Zoe Richardson]

Yes! That is it exactly. Hope can be both cruel and uplifting. Sometimes it is both at once. Thank you for reading and for understanding.