Hello world. The following was written in the 90’s, then shared online in 2013.
Star Dust
When you are out late at night.
You see the stars shining bright.
Some are big and some a small.
Some are near and some are far.
Are they gas or are they stone?
Could they be somebodies home?
It is quite a mystery.
This thing we call a galaxy.
Each time we see them shining bright.
We gasp with childish delight.
Taught to wish upon a star.
No matter how old you are.
Taught to feel a bit of fright.
To overwhelm our small delights.
To fear what’s in this galaxy.
When the universe is still to see.
A game of chess, a dolls house.
A jungle cats fearsome pounce.
Each of these realities.
Are not so real for those who see.
What we call humanity.
Is frailer then our morality.
For if some day we do prevail.
We may find that we are the dust,
On the tip of a child’s finger nail.
Sabrina Reyenga
Blessings on your journeys my brothers. Hugs and love. You are loved. I love you.