Enchanted Dust

Enchanted dust

With curves diminishing

Sharing their last words

 

Enchanted dust

Bewitching the seed —

Oh yes, I am going to plant it here —

 

Uncovering his earth toned home

Made of clay

Liberate him from lonely walls

 

Sprinkle him into the hole

Smiling,

He takes a breath

As he dives

Into creation

 

He coats the roots

As it penetrates through him

Onto the void beneath

 

Watering the nature

Of which he is now a citizen

Fueling him

So he can take his morning walks

Into every leaf

Every petal

 

Speaking words

That fly through the winds

Riding pollen

Into our ears

 

Whispering poetry

That melts into the juices of the fruit

Into our mouths­ —

Oh how sweet —

 

Resident of the everlasting

He gives us a taste

Of immortality