An Ode To Dust

Playful, swaying without a wind
Here is fog - the mist, she sings,
To the winter chill she cling'd
And sang of rain which flew on wings

As it danced around and encircled
About my head as if mocking me -
"Look at thee, feet as if bridled
To the ground, no chance of being free!"

"I walk as I please, fair mist-
Be not mistaken as to my will
It can break the land or seal a rift
Quaking even as these words spill."

"Arisen out of change you are,
Womb of time that engulfs us
Transient and reaching far,
Why yet might you be callous?"

A laugh bittersweet, gilded gold
Greets my ears as might a blade
"Child of Earth, do you ask the old
Such questions that your mind made?"

"Indeed I swirl, daughter of Time-
And dominion mine is what never lasts,
Queen I am of the ever gray clime
The stage you know as what has passed."

"Never bland but only dusted strands
Is my cape, it flies behind me,
And as it sweeps o'er your lands,
My mother takes it where none can see."

"Only in your memory,
Fleeting though it seems,
That place remains nearly
Untouched, in your minds it gleams."

"Indeed, for certain, then
Said I in utter wonder (and disgust)
Thou art the Past and in your den,
Resides what once was never dust!"

"Your pardon, lady, I shan't stay
Longer any more for the present
Therefore, I say goodbye and go my way:
And perhaps meet again when I relent,"

"And let your cape brush over me,
When my willful feet will stand
One last time before you free
This wanderer from the dusty land."


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Think about it - Why are you afraid of death?