Sawdust...

The brashness of the cold,
Stings the fury of the heat,
While the rain has no balance,
I didn't know life any better even after its purpose was revealed,
For purposes are spun to create a base...

Ice that grew colder,
After being vanquished and made to lay in the dust,
Love that grew strong, so strong that it grew mundane,
Just like sawdust,
Just what remained but its scent speaks of its definitive grace...

Silver locks,
An image frozen in a heart shaped pendent,
If only a shape could define an emotion,
Purposes defined could delay a reaction,
Dust that grew into rust because it forgot the language of passion...

Insolent, but not insolent enough,
We've seen ourselves suffer,
While we still are vanquished by lust,
Too loose for love,
Can't fathom the delay...