From Dust to Dust
From dust to dust our lives are thrust,
while flames the candle’s brief combust.
We leave the shelter of the bay,
unmindful night will follow day,
to launch our voyage, earn a crust.
All nature seems a sage august.
In paths of promises we trust,
not weighing dreams along the way
from dust to dust.
With age comes waning wanderlust.
The mortal frame’s begun to rust.
In measured steps our scenes we play.
But even stars to death fall prey.
And yet there must be more than just
from dust to dust…
~ Harley White
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Inspiration for this rondeau came from image and astronomy article ~ G54.1+0.3: Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust… The image showed dusty remains of a collapsed star with the dust is flying past and engulfing a nearby family of stars.
Copyright © Harley White | Year Posted 2019
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