this beautiful dust
to which we return
floats golden
before my eyes
a dis-apparition
swimming at day’s end
reminds me of my
days’ end
leaving me hope
for a quiet drifting
in sunsets future
as a mortal reminder
to others
this beautiful dust
to which we return
floats golden
before my eyes
a dis-apparition
swimming at day’s end
reminds me of my
days’ end
leaving me hope
for a quiet drifting
in sunsets future
as a mortal reminder
to others