FROM THE SEA CAME THE DUST

photo credit missrockstarr

She had carried the sparkly dust in a tube

From a beach quite near her home

And took it out to look at from time to time

No matter where she happened to roam

It was lighter than air, than feathers, than breath

Sometimes she thought is must surely be gone

But it made her feel safe and lucky somehow

So she couldn’t bear for it to really be done

When she found herself finally on another shoreline

She felt the need for the dust disappearing

Was she at last growing up or just growing lucky?

She didn’t know but she knew she was past fearing

Then one night at dusk when the breezes were slight

She spilled the tube into her cupped hand

Said words of incantation quite like a prayer

Then blew the dust out to sea, sent it over the sand