Skydust.
creating the era
where expression was slow
where any sort of care
had a different way to show
where ink and quill governed
and time spanned between
two pieces untethered
from two separate scenes
let’s create the mystic
let’s learn how to dance
let’s be the misfits
and trust in a chance
a chance to test if it’s only just
words
or if an openness must
be heard
a glimmer of starlight
with sparkling in mist
one traveling through so bright
like skydust was kissed
reflect on the river the moon ascends
make ready the quiver of previous amends
then shoot so it soars
and now descends
burst open the moon
and it’s skydust again.
