A Travel Through Reverie

Written by: Robert Pettit

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.