Dust

You took the snowflakes

from the sky and turned

them into ash

and plucked the feathers

from an angels wings

while she knelt praying

You were the dream

within her nightmares-

the phantom of comfort

before pearls were crushed

by a selfish blow

of your hand

She used to dance for you

long ago before the moon

fell from the sky

Now you are but dust

of crumbled forget-me-nots

covering her long-sealed book

of hope