Dust
And at the end of it all
When the dust finally settles
I will make you rise again
As you dance among the stars
And slide down in that morning light
Falling about in a beautiful cascade
On strips of golden silence
Like a melody, enchanting
As the wind takes you on flight
I will hold you in the middle of the sky
As you climb into a warm bed
Of soft wispy clouds, in memories
Now in shades of grey and brown
With rain I will make you cascade down
And pin you to the ground
Your dust, and the earth is your crown
It is here that you were born and found!
29.1.2022
Contest Name: A Strand (1061) Poem
Copyright © Carol Mitra | Year Posted 2022
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