Delicate

a million and
one husks
swirl in the dust.

a million
and
one dreams
lost
to hope,
drained of desire.

where have
the brave boys
gone?
with their big grins.

what flame
remains
to consume
this fear?

the wind
calls
to the
creeping dawn,

and I call
to you.

trust only
my fire.

trust only,
my love.

trust only
this night,
for all else is gone.