Hope of the Future
into a landscape of dust I dive
with wings of silence
I move through dark clouds of greyish matter
it feels like a million grains of sand
a world had been here before
it seems a long time ago
and all that is left is this cloud of dust
there is a sadness around here as well
of times passed long ago
with winds of intent I grab some pieces
and put them together like clay
I create little moonlike objects
and let them turn around a light source
their new sun and hope for the future