MAGIC DUST

We are here again
the sky a dark grey
heaven far away
as we walk
upon transparent concrete
hell below our feet

magic dust in ragged winds
we attached in sin
to begin again
adorned in Funeral attire
a fire now glowing embers
of remembrance

to what was once pure
beyond the shores
of our reality
happily we would grind
a love like the chemistry
of Gods making
pure and refined
sprinkles of a moment
in time
we will never
see again.

Reviews

[K Scott Smith]

You put together a piece firstly so wonderfully, secondly so speedily and thirdly it is wow to see this altruistic concept being valued in its own right.

[Lauriegirl]

Great write!
this is wonderfully penned straight from the heart!