The shadow of your smile lies in the gaze of your eyes.
It lingers deep within my thoughts, and travels further to the deepest parts of my heart, which leads to its roots growing further throughout my soul.

When I attempt to embark a new journey with another, its your presence I begin to endure.
When they carress me, it's your touch that I feel trickling down my skin to the very smallest and last atom of my body.
Whenever another places their lips on mine, it's your soft, passionate, ecstatic kisses I still taste.
When he places his body on mine, kissing me... caressing me... whispering sweet nothings into the broken windows of my heart, it's you I seem to make love to.

It's you I see.
Gravitating me closer to you, inflicting your heavenly, passion and desire-filled gaze upon me through the windows of my soul...
It's you I see... our lips being weaved together as it triggers fountains from inside me whilst your rough, exotic hands are wrapped onto my neck like a golden jewellery piece.
Every inch of my body seems to ache with the slightest thought of you.
It's your vibrant melodies my body still dances to... in my dreams... when I'm with another...
The ghost of you seems to vividly pierce through my thoughts like acid rain.

Our love had been like a sandstorm... a powerful hypnosis.

The melody of your flute will forever be my favourite song.
I carry around the nostalgic fragments of you like the calcium in my bones.

Though they have now turned to dust, the palace we've created from the love we shared will timelessly remain
my favourite memoir of you.

Dust
by Michael R. Burch

Flame within flame,
  we burned and burned relentlessly
    till there was nothing left to be consumed.
    Only ash remained, the smoke plumed
  like a spirit leaving its corpse, and we
were left with only a name
ever common between us.
  We had thought to love “eternally,”
    but the wick sputtered, the candle swooned,
    the flame subsided, the smoke ballooned,
  and our communal thought was: flee, flee, flee
the choking dust.

Keywords/Tags: dust, ash, spent flame, smoke, spirit, corpse, common, name, divorce, separation, parting

They come and go like seasons
Leaving no reason
Why they have left
One thing stays
Memory of moments shared
About you
i cared
My love for you
It wasn't compared
To any other
I believed that i had you
Not another...you.

The clouds changed from white to grey
The winds came and blew the day
The dust of my past blown away
You were gone
No where to be found anywhere
But in my memories you stayed
But they quickly fade
New ones made
Forgot you
I did.

When it settles
it clings to my lungs
and I breathe in,
until it becomes me.

Whether ash or rust I can not say
but it binds to me either way.
What I am becoming
from setting sun to dawning day,
be it man of dust or man of clay;
I do not know
I can not say.

Perhaps----
mercy forfend,
the breeze will carry me away.
Cast down the street in piles and droves
spread out to where other humans stay,
forgotten like scattered salt,
or neglected ashtray.

Flakes of prayers
left to swirl about,
and gather in the storm,
or lay sleeping in the gutter.

Perhaps---
There might be a day
in my sojourn,
where it shall be
my humble priviledge,
to renew the ground where youth can play.

But with arid lungs,
without mouth and tongue
I do not know
and I can not say.

my best friend gökhan tatchouop
you are gone
faded out like a song
you will never come back

i we we i lost track
you will never come back
the brothers and sisters
are protecting the platform

golden dusty hair
sitting on rusty chairs
guardians of the right cause
a good man does the right thing

i transformed into a nightling
as i listened to your voice
the last time as you
wrote your last rhyme

we were poets
we were taggers we were brothers
we were the same and an other
we longed for fame

you are gone gökhan
you will never come back
but you remain in the dust of
the brothers and sisters

they will never leave
they are always there
guardians of the platforms
guardians of trains

like gods supernatural
creatures: violent protectors
willing to attack anybody
who spits against your grave

REST IN PEACE MY MAN
SINCERELY MIKEY YOUR FAN

Everything turns to dust -
even you,
even me,
even the bond that binds us now.

I've had many waking dreams
and a few waking nightmares,
but I don't remember most of them now.
They were lost while I was sleeping,
just like us.

Whether I lost you in my dreams
or in my nightmares,
I lost you
all the same.