Stardust is what we are made of
and we shall return to that
I will not be tied to the earth
The wind will pick me up
Throw me out into the stratosphere
and I will slip between the spaces
in our magnetic shield
to become stardust
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Stardust is what we are made of
and we shall return to that
I will not be tied to the earth
The wind will pick me up
Throw me out into the stratosphere
and I will slip between the spaces
in our magnetic shield
to become stardust
I love the flow of this, it’s as if the words are being blown away when they are read.
I can hear the quickening of activity until the last word is whispered.
I really like the lines “I will slip between the spaces in our magnetic shield”. Also, I wrote a poem for this prompt that has some similarities 🙂