Love Dust

You collapsed on me

like an angel shot in flight,

blinded by the dust of an illusion

and the resonace of empty spaces.

You filled up my empty corners

with fragments and leftovers

and on the shores of a cruel sea,

between voices and the wind,

you remain a still image

in the whirlwind of oblivion,

love dust of a distant flight.

Alfred Grech

17-01-2019