September 23, 2010

Star Dust

Your dreams tumble,
Caught by delicate
Silver cobwebs.
Time slips by, and you think
You have only so much time,
Desperate, seeking,
Running out of the time
That you have allowed yourself,
To find your dreams, shaped into real things,
Things you can hold.
But dreams are star dust
And they sprinkle
Over your universe
Of limitations,
Soft and brittle,
Luster dust from long ago.
And before you know,
It's time to go,
And your dreams are scoffing
At you, tired and miserable
You lie under that gravestone,
Counting numbers
That never end,
That expand and stretch,
Like desires,
Scathing you out of your reveries,
Another chance,
Another life,
Star dust over your eyes,
Chains on your legs,
Self imprisoned victims of time,
How many deaths will you die?

7 comments:

Blasphemous Aesthete said...

We've just one life, live it or leave it, that's what we need to decide to fetch that stardust and make it our earth.

Nice.

Mehak said...

beautiful. and so true. it reflects how dreams are sometimes just out of reach and you're left wanting and wanting...

Priyanka said...

This is simply amazing Reem! :)

Priyanka said...

This is simply amazing Reem! :)

Mea Culpa said...

Stardust on each of our lives. Resonates. :)

Mariposa... said...

"Self imprisoned victims of time,
How many deaths will you die?"
...bone chilling true! Awesome, really!

Rhythmic said...

You speak the truth, and you say it so well.

Keep writing. Don't let anybody stop you.