We are but an ephemeral speck-
A dust particle drifting in a moonbeam.
Suspended on silver pathways,
Gliding through the heavens,
Soaring past countless stars,
Embracing the vast expanse,
Kissing the sparks that fly to our lips,
Cradling the thick darkness,
Drifting into peaceful slumber,
Returning to ethereal stardust...
© Evan Lindeman,2016
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