By Scott Bailey © 2013

Motes of dust
So we have been described
Floating in the vastness of time and space
Small, inconsequential.
Dust motes made of dust from ancient dead stars.
So far.
Amongst all we see,
the starfields of diamond dust,
the ancient piercing light,
the glowing, magical, wispy nebulae,
the rainbow rings of Saturn,
the storms of Jupiter,
the blinding light of supernova,
the singular dark of black hole,
world after world
galaxy after galaxy.
Nowhere have we found
Anything that compares
to the complexity, the wonder, the intricacy,
the magic
the thoughts of you and I

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

Dreams in the Universe