Dust of Stars

A kingdom of sand castles

feathered sea oats and

wispy clouds

we are the wild rose

etched in the sand.

The scent of Jacaranda

still hangs in the air

a stem from a wine glass

wedged between shells

When we are apart my heart

is the wing beat of birds

the dust of supernovas

falling to earth

where the sea meets the sky

and we are the thread.

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Rough Waters by Gustav Klimt