Dust And Dreams Poem by Richard Jarboe

Dust and dreams will always remain
Stuck to a beating heart
In a spectrum.

Dust and dreams on a baby rattle
By a quasar
In the corner of your eye.

Cosmic dust, cosmic dreams
Identified disintegration
In both directions.

Another baby, another tattoo
Another exploding star
With colossal wind.

A tiny egg from a bitty world
In a teenie universe
Frying.

Dust and dreams move on
Expanding in the heat
Until crushed and frozen.

A black hole sucks it up
A white hole spews it back
Dreams come true; dust makes mountains.

Star dust can't bury you
Star dust is your corner stone
And nobody hears the big bang.