Dust to Dust

The dust that was the ancient knights
is scattered round and round
while the dust that was the Pharaohs
is washed along the ground

The dust that was the ancient prophet
blows betwixt the stones
while dust that was the peasant man
has blended with his bones

The dust that will be you and me
will blow with the gentle wind
and we'll be where we've never gone
and then come round again.

The dust that blows along the desert
once blew on the moor
For all is dust and all will be
as it's always been before.


Anonymous said…
Mmm...so nice!
Unknown said…
that is so beautiful...I'd love to add it to my collection of "poems I love". Would you mind?
Debbie said…
beautiful!!! I love reading the things you write... you have a special soul!
April said…
Beautiful...I love it!
nollyposh said…
Oh i soo love this... i believe that we are all a part of each other and all that has ever been... and to me your little tale talks of such notions X:-) ~Beautiful~
DeniseinVA said…
Your poem is absolutely beautiful. I'm going back to read it again.
Unknown said…
absolutly one of your best- the inter weaving of us all- beautiful Breeze xx
We are all part of each other and reduced to the common dust. I enjoyed your peom, also.Our interconnectedness should be and is if we are wise the source of our compassion, part of our spirituality. I am captivated by your music on your site. This connects to me.