Dust

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.