From dust to dust our lives are thrust,
while flames the candle's brief combust.
We leave the shelter of the bay,
unmindful night will follow day,
to launch our voyage, earn a crust.
All nature seems a sage august.
In paths of promises we trust,
not weighing dreams along the way
from dust to dust.
With age comes waning wanderlust.
The mortal frame's begun to rust.
In measured steps our scenes we play.
But even stars to death fall prey.
And yet there must be more than just
from dust to dust…
All you see is actually a celestial dust and end up in the dust of the earth. Great.
Well conceived and nicely brought forth in verse with rhythmic splendour. An insightful piece of poetry written with conviction...
Wonderful work...specially the last stanza...much inspiring
A brilliant poem with great inbuilt message! Admired the lyrical touch into the undertaken concept!
The message and rhyme scheme work hand in hand and there are no dust-ups (except man and womankind) in this splendid write. To paraphrase your rhymes; 'let us trust in more than dust after we turn to rust.' Your poet notes are informative and wonderfully detailed!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I never look for the math in your poems, though they are there as pillars holding up the true messages in your words...there is more than just dust to dust....life itself calls attention to this just by existence itself not to mention the emotions, love, hate, guilt, hope and countless others..needless to say. I love your poetry! !
I always love it when you read my poems and comment! Your insights into what I am saying and your appreciation never fail to encourage me! Thank you so much!
By the way, I just made a change in the first line of the last stanza. This is unusual for me, since I seldom alter words in my poems once I consider them finished...