Dust and Dreams-A Journey
In The Dusk of Yesterday's Promise (Death)
In the Dusk of Yesterday's Promise
How could they ever know?
Of the pain incurred, of the tortured sorrow,
Of what remains of my tattered self,
I shall merely sit upon the shelf,
In the dusk of yesterday's promise,
For to foretell of sins endured,
Would forfeit one to kill the mockingbird,
In a bloody rage, with torturous ways,
I shall simply sit amidst the haze,
In the dusk of yesterday's promise,
Ah, promises heed not, for life be bleak,
One may lose sight of that he finally seeks,
Throughout the empty journey of doubt,
Pain shall stay with thee throughout,
In the dusk of yesterday's promise,
Belief be for the weak of heart,
My mind, she knows the faith of start,
When white virgin clouds blew within,
The humble beginnings of a naive friend,
In the dusk of yesterday's promise,
My skeletal hands, they have not strength,
As, in age, I go forth, to begin the wait,
Of everlasting joy, in this world so fine,
But that eternal grace, shan't be mine,
In the dusk of yesterday's promise.
2002
Cristine M. DiMario
