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Moon Dust

August 28, 2015
By BaileyReeves GOLD, Mt. Sterling, Kentucky
BaileyReeves GOLD, Mt. Sterling, Kentucky
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Favorite Quote:
&quot;There&#039;s a million things I haven&#039;t done, but just you wait.&quot;<br /> ~Hamilton


She came as one might expect a mysterious dream to enter this world

Like an aberrant thought that, although eerie in mind

Was far too familiar to deny

                                                                                 

And when came those haunting nights

Those dark hours that separated the dream realm from reality

She found herself walking along a dirt path

Trying time after time to catch a handful of moon dust

So that she might return the following day with a beacon of hope

With a precious souvenir that within its very existence

Could symbolize the magic which consumed her soul

 

She was a something far too beautiful

For this broken world of ours to appreciate

In herself it was clear to see

She had eyes the color of a stormy ocean

And a rare type of genius that in the eyes of the world

Was regarded as a deadly madness

And perhaps that is why

She could never seem to stand tall enough to capture the moon

The moon whom she loved all too dearly

 

Her soul kept her willing

Night after night, year after dreaded year

With every failure, her motivation never seemed to falter

For in her weary heart she was stubbornly certain

That one day she would live amongst the galaxy

If only she could find a way to reach it

 

Decades passed

And inevitably, so did her youth

Time turned her blonde hair grey

And granted her dark circles underneath those rare eyes

Her bones grew weaker

And with them, so went her spirit

She began to doubt that she would ever attain

Those childish dreams of catching moon dust

Of bringing some enchantment

Into an already shattered life

It was within this agony that she began to cry out

To the moon

To the stars

To anything and anyone

Who could hear her plea

 

“Why must you defy me?”

“Why must you laugh at my whimsical dreams?”

“For although you see me as an abomination, I know for certain

That this life will never be complete until God lets the heavens reign down

And shower us with hope”

 

And with that, the weary angel took her last breath

And left this world with a smile on her face

For she knew that her dreams of living amongst the galaxy

Were finally within her reach


 


The author's comments:

This poem was inspired by the literary quote, “In our village, folks say God crumbles up the old moon into stars.” by Alexander Solzhenitsyn. This sentence has been constantly racing through my mind these past few days and last night as I was falling asleep I couldn't help but think of the word "moon dust" over and over again. While I still don't know why this word overtook my thoughts that night, I do know that writing this poem in the middle of the night was a saving grace. 


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