I DISAPPEAR

 When I walk

The houses around me are made of dust

Frozen in suspension

They fall down with the breeze my feet carried.

Over the end

The road finishes

And again I turn back

To see the dust settle anew

As the garden gnomes

The window panes

The cornices, arches

The dust of old clearing

Wafting towards the sun

To renew

The Crescent of Existence.

I try to hold them in my palms

But then 

I disappear.