A Travel Through Reverie
My travel through reverie.
It’s an escape from reality.
An experience of fantasy.
There’s delight in what I see.
What do I see before my eye?
Stardust falls from the sky.
All around us does it lie.
From the heavens the sparks fly.
Wherever the dust descends,
a blessing of beauty it sends.
All around us the dust will cleanse;
in a continuum that never ends.
There are little fires that do not burn.
Mere mortals do not discern,
Since they cannot learn
about the dust of fire in each return.
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2013
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