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To dust, to dust
They tumble now
Spiraling, dancing on the silken breeze
A released aviary, spreading, taking wing
To dust, the dust
To roses sing
A melancholy tune of death
Nay, of love, of thee, thy love
Not his, nor hers, nor another’s
Not before, nor after, during
But within a time without a time
Your pale tears obscuring
The second hand upon the clock
Falling slower now, to rust
To rust? Within the rust, we sing
Nay, the rust, bewildering
The rust that blinds your forlorn eyes
The rust that binds your soft disguise
Nay, not rust, nor roses sing
Within your small imagining
But only songs once softly said
Could sing within the hearts yet dead
To dust, they fly
Nay, to heaven
On feather’d angels wings we soar
To hum our tunes forever more
On floating clouds above we sing
Odes of long await’d welcoming
To love, to death, to roses, rust
Above all, we sing
To dust

Description
To dust, to dust
They tumble now
Spiraling, dancing on the silken breeze
A released aviary, spreading, taking wing
To dust, the dust
To roses sing
A melancholy tune of death
Nay, of love, of thee, thy love
Not his, nor hers, nor another’s
Not before, nor after, during
But within a time without a time
Your pale tears obscuring
The second hand upon the clock
Falling slower now, to rust
To rust? Within the rust, we sing
Nay, the rust, bewildering
The rust that blinds your forlorn eyes
The rust that binds your soft disguise
Nay, not rust, nor roses sing
Within your small imagining
But only songs once softly said
Could sing within the hearts yet dead
To dust, they fly
Nay, to heaven
On feather’d angels wings we soar
To hum our tunes forever more
On floating clouds above we sing
Odes of long await’d welcoming
To love, to death, to roses, rust
Above all, we sing
To dust