pearls to dust

not forever wanders the day,

when the sky's at its bluest,

in mild shades of summer,

with trees at their greenest.

hanging leaves not forever quiver, 

through the howling wind of chime,

light of the sun grows dim,

like the grudges you hold prime.

not forever is your breath robbed,

when damp pages flutter on dusty guitars,

not forever caresses the breeze,

nor do the nights devoted to counting stars.

                                                            - isha