so fragile she burned

spirit dust in my breeze

their strength is a lie

thing to help them breathe

–

time sprang from nothing

they’re only things that were

if only this or that

bundled in a blur

–

why even the laughter

or my lightning in the sky

all is but a rock

under which they lie

–

they only feel my wings

they will never know

i am but the wind

their life is but a blow