Jenny

Sunday, April 24, 2016

Dust




Long for the day
as if puzzles are free
making sense of wonders
that wander through time

Tempt a wish
to float the art
fashion a thought
after questions

Act out the truth
in a fantasy
leap to your norm
outside yourself

Rush to compete
for last place
all wet in your
suit of promises

Taste like a dream
on a rope
pulling the sky
from a song

Brush your hair
with the wind
standing alone
on a strand

Tremble until
the dust matches your eyes
trip over heartbeats
and kiss off the Moon

Bend to gravity
absorb the sun
lasting as long
as the Universe