Dust

What is after dust?

A transition...
A wolf moon dying into the opposite sky,
Retiring into the abyss.
Shielding its eyes from the rising sun,
Loneliness only wishes to exist,
For this life is an island that's overrun.

Hold on a little longer,
Be strong.
Prolong the becoming of an inevitable equation,
Though you won't stop time from leading your heartbeat to cessation,
Be strong.

Cold finger tips losing grip with another is a love memento cherished in reflection,
Whether the direction is up or down, what is after dust?
More human imperfection.

But, then the sensation grows deeper,
Forcing each sense into the tip of a golden crown so that it tastes like a morning mouth feels,
Always wet on the inside,
Even if the outside is drying out.
Mixed with surety and presumptions of doubt,
The human inspiration may one day wander,
Into the garden of illumination,
Where there is no cessation.

We glisten with amorous visions,
Wrapped in a single moment of omnipresence that can only be defined as love.
What is after dust?
A road full of strangers who can intuitively trust.

Walk on.
Walk away.
The ride ain't over,
Every dark tunnel has another side where there'll be waiting a light and a friend,
Darkness, dying, infinite super position,
The archetypal human ride you can quit at any time,
But, there is another side,
There is no dead end.

What is after dust?