The Dust That Has Gone Astray
Tell me what lies under
beneath my feet
so I may begin to wonder
the stars hanging
above my head.
A molded clay
from earthern matrix, reborn
like butterfly’s wings
whence robed with brass
silver and gold
thence heart’s oblivious
now, filled with stones
Tell me, once more
the trodden path below
that I may behold…
the dust… in me
a moving form
- Dr Jes V
- the quoter
s t a r m | s t April 29th, 2006
