Space Dust

Dust spinning off into space

clumps of matter in the distance

forms of beings too far to see

I search for you in vacant places

but it's not you, I see

You're off in outer space

and I can't find you

missing the clumps of stars

that once were

that formed you

the ghost of a being

now gone.

The cold reminds me

that nothing or

no one is missing

that nobody is coming.

The constellations form into

a semblance of you

The northern sky bears Andromeda

mirrors this sense of longing

Perseus

come rescue her

break down the chains and fetters

that bound her in place

on winged feet

come find me!

Let time be no delay

let hours be telescopes

to guide you to me.

if hours are telescopes

then be an Oracle

show me where you are

And come find me

on winged feet.