special

[cogs]

stardust was late
to beam me its light
before it tore to oblivion
and travelled in hope
it wasn't too late
to tell me what sparkle
was trying to say
and knew for millions of years,
closer to prime
where light from god's mind
spoke with completeness
what we are to him,
and set on fire
a beacon reminder
that life's a brief gift
given for meaning
and truth within,
that receives another
and desperately waits
for fire to start
and fuse us before
we become benevolent dust

[Bar22do]

It is a wonderful poem, penned with mastery, and it leaves one (me, at least) with a sense of returning unity, and maybe it is not by chance that "starlight was too late to beam (you) its light" for it could mean that it is only from this light's shadows printed in life, and that beamed here before we came into picture, we learn truth and meaning within... when we are able. Thank you.

[Bar22do]

With your insights to your poem (and thought) that you posted in my last thread I see better what you meant to convey here. How important communication is! for people to understand each other's words... for we seem to store, behind them, different references and meanings... Thus for example, when you spoke of independent thought, to me it sounded as godly manifestation of which we enjoy barely a moment but since all goes back to this godly manifestation, our sense of unity too will awake in this atmosphere, eventually. Hence my feeling unity in your poem. Now I understand better your thought (and put aside mine) in this poem. All good wishes

[hack]

Very nice cogs
"benevolent dust" seems to me, a fine ambition, and a fine end