Stardust
Our Stardust is long
gone, hewn into our own bones
but forever unobtainable
We are all weak
in our own hedonistic way,
Live Young, Die Fast, but
is the blooming flower
God’s secret teacher?
Or am I mad, insane?
Doesn’t really matter.
The sun and moon will
continue long after we’ve stopped
giving a f***
But surely, he says, light must
prevail, return us to stardust,
death and darkness must recede
like a lonely tide, waving goodbye
to lands’ last command
But light and dark are really
One and the same.
Stop asking the world for answers
She will only say
“You have your time, use it wisely”
We pass away, we mourn.
Our stardust though
hides infinity.
Nothing is lost here.
Copyright © Matthew Howels | Year Posted 2017
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