Perpetual refractions in the sunset of time,
Float along the flow of consciousness.
Specks of dust sometimes sparkle--
Bedazzling the mind's eye.
Others are dull bits of dirt,
Barely touching down
Before they are swept away
To be discarded.
All eventually return to earth,
A miniscule portion of the whole,
Tumbling together to create life
As a new season begins...
Copyright © Jaycee Cervenka | Year Posted 2015