Elizabeth's End

by

Crystal Dawn Allen

What happens when autumn visits
the garden of the senses?
Can you tell me where the sense is
in a garden when autumn comes?
Does touch and taste and smell collide
with sight and sound and awareness?
Can you trust the dust
when nothing's left, and so, you must?
What happens when the traveller
travels without destination?
When it becomes a complication
because the path becomes a labyrinth?
Do you find promise at the entrance
Do you seek fulfillment at the end?
Can you trust the dust
if it's all you have and so, you must?
What will you say if I ask to follow
you, when already you've begun?
Do I wait for my time to come
or can I decide that for myself?
Nothing remains but questions
as he says over you "Dust to Dust"
but I do not trust
the dust; I must
not trust the dust.

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