We are dust
And to dust we shall return
But in those countless seconds
From when our eyes witnesses
The mornings and nights of our world
When we grip on all we can touch
And through our senses
We built images,
In those seconds, if by chance I meet you
And i can touch and love you
Hold your tender body
Hear your gentle breathes
And feel you under me
And maybe spend a breath or two
Mixing our souls
Visiting our confinement
Then depart ways back into dust
Perhaps, in those seconds
We short live
From dust to gold.