dust of seemed swallow secured on grey slate
risen dessication its fate
forever entranced, disabled by time
flightless now ever in state
dust of arced angel arrested alone
ached by stillness in stone
nary the one nor other may move
struck in time, brief and long gone
impressions imprinted, immobilised
impossible gifts to new eyes
cast by creation then clefted to wait
separated from life ‘mid soft sighs