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Dust's of existance............verse

Updated on February 14, 2015

Is that what it all comes down to ?
A thick layer of an ever thinning dust
everything around us eventually
breaks down to it's
smallest form

You know it does too don't you ?
wipe one finger across the underside
of life and what have you there
but what's left over
after all that we know

I watch the mustangs dance across these
ever changing canyons
these snow covered
majestic formations
in the night
and I reach out and grasp
what they leave behind
in the moon beams

But like the timeless dust that lies in the
shadows of star light
or the remnants of mist from
that afternoon of rain
the day before
can I get a hold on it
between open fingers
and ask
Can we ever own this thing called
time itself ?


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      John Hansen 2 years ago from Queensland Australia

      You are right Ed, life is like dust. Everything breaks down to dust eventually. We'll never contril time, but we can make the most of it. Well written.

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      bluebird 2 years ago

      Perfectly expressed - I really enjoyed this and truly appreciate the way you took the passing of time and turned it into expressions/words so well. A beautiful piece voted awesome! Thank you for sharing.

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      ahorseback 2 years ago

      Shan , Hi sweetie , yes it is ! Yes it is ......:-}

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      ahorseback 2 years ago

      Thanks Will , I often do just that . Around here are cemeteries older than the state itself ......:-}

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      shanmarie 2 years ago

      Time ia fleeting a constant wheel in motion. But wnever go back.

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      WillStarr 2 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona


      We come, we go, and we are forgotten.

      I once visited an old graveyard in Iowa and noticed that some of the older granite tombstones we think will last forever have already weathered to the point of being illegible. Who lies there? No one knows. Someday, someone will wonder that about us.