DUST MADE OF DUST

You, human

- you, dust made of dust,

your days are short

and your nights are fleeting.

From the birth

you stand on the side of your grave,

so look up

and see the starlight

on a blue sky

and the moonlight

on an autumn sky,

the sparkling diamonds of winter.

Look up, and know,

that they endure

and you, you dim

and fade away.

31.05.2018