Dust To Dust

March 13, 2015

If I reach up

To touch the sky

And grab a shining star

I'll crush it in my tiny hands

Add it to the ashes of loss

And blow them from my shaking palm

A breeze to carry

The dust far away

Through the feilds

Of flowers and wheat

Trickling through cascades of night

Twinkling, little specks of light

Across the universe

And into beyond

The dust drifts

Through the ages

Still my eyes can find it here

A lighted, swirling, sparkling sphere

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