Dust

What is this
The color of nothing
The smell of anything
The feel of something
Small but impacting
The corner of my mind
Its what I've known
But always escapes
My tongue turning purple
Face turning blue in
My mind I can see
That I don't love
You are my hero my
Life cannot end as
Our world begins I
Like the willow bend
But cannot fold love
Is my life you
I cannot hold
Dust.

Copyright Misty M. Millard 11/17/1999 revision done 12/19/1999