Potential Lost

Stars and Comets

glide in golden

beams.

Foul rubble flees,

gone to perish

free.

Lost in nothing,

consummed by all

weeks.

Dirt trembles, coughs

up dry specks, days

move

Like the Comets,

and burn like the

Stars.

If I seek too

much will I make

it?

Cease!

I ponder nothing...

Just Stars and Silence.

Heaven knows if my mind wins,

God only knows

my mind wins...

Hectic stars and shadows

spark and glow

nothingness just goes and goes...