The Why of Things

February 18, 2015: "ashes to ashes"

February 18, 2015

I am dust.

You are dust.

I'd like to believe we come from the same place,

That maybe in some past lifetime,

Your particles of dust were married to mine,

That we must have been a part of something grander

That was beautifully set on fire.

But when the embers were done glowing,

And the ashes settled into the ground,

And the smoke cleared the air,

We finally saw ourselves for what we were.

Just two scared souls,

Dwelling in two dust bodies,

Treading on our fragile dust feet,

Leaving dust footprints on this dust planet

Floating in dust space,

Fumbling for each other's little dust hands

And loving each other with our dust hearts,

Making dust wishes upon dust stars

And just hoping that what we felt,

What we believed in,

What we were meant for

Would last far longer

Than this dust universe we called home.

I'd like to think not all things made of dust yield

To every whim of the wind.

I'd like to think that some things are certain

Like how I am certain the flame that created us

Did not mean to destroy what we were

And leave us to float in space forever.

This fire, this light that created you and me...

I'd like to think it still burns someplace we may never see,

Living beyond the edges of this universe made of dust.

This is where our story began and

This is where we will reunite once more

But only when time says we must.

But until then,

With these little dust hands of ours,

We will serve.

And from this life,

We will learn.

I am dust.

You are dust.

And to dust we shall return.