Sacred

From the zephyr I was lost.

Sliding-in secretly through the window you've kept open,

The window you often gaze from

Where I settle myself into your sleeve,

And in the eyes;

And on the surface....

I fall like a destiny found.

I fall in distortion.

I am all the elements, I am the embrace! 

But you always sweep me off from your skin,

Every fragment of mine,

Collectively;

And form the rubbish heap.

Yet I come back to you!

For the dust that you name me today, its love for you shall always remain sacred.