White Dust
Dancing in the wind is the white dust,
lighter than a hummingbird’s feathers,
though once was burdened by greed and lust,
and constantly measured,
by a scale named Just.
Once was covered by colorful disguise,
despite a silent longing to exchange trust.
The colorful dust suffocates noses and eyes,
and the innocent voices were hushed and crushed.
Asleep in ritual and silky compromise,
till a blue flame wakes up the white dust.
