why do we allow the frivolous to rust
our mind and spark ill thoughts to stain the night
have we forgotten, we're born of stardust
shaped from the turmoils of black wind's gust
scattering seeds to birth trees & wings to flight
why do we allow the frivolous to rust
our heart to stone, busy with erecting a gold bust
believing in our immortal blight
have we forgotten, we're born of stardust
sundered or whole, we will return to dust
our buildings & crowns will be lost bight
why do we allow the frivolous to rust
our will to froth instead of passion & lust
our warmth to ice, becoming a ghost of sprite
have we forgotten, we're born of stardust
even if we have lost sight of sun's cradled fire
inside us is an imperishable light
why do we allow the frivolous to rust
us, have we forgotten, we're born of stardust
Posted for OpenLinkNight329 - dVerse Poets Pub - Hosted by Linda Lee Lyberg. Happy New Year!!!!!
