Dust Gust
after dead earth and moon
ships will scan this here
scan the darkness
then they will leave without collection
this area used to be good
what we did was beautiful
epic of hits and misses
and there was that time we dare
conquerors wanting the moon
we dream away with the whole system
a huge backyard we had
yes it was beautiful and lasted a long time
the remaining dust will form a ring
then comets will bring ice
a giant rises like this
particle after particle
it was how we built our journey
from clay to skyscraper
when I imagine these events
I remember we smiled at each other
there was a symphony in the background
instruments fitting into a crescendo
we were right to be happy
gravity kept us close
and so it will be when we are dust
Copyright © Marco Chies | Year Posted 2022
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