PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Heavens of blues and rust

swirling in my mind.

Gaseous cosmic dust

never to be confined.



How long has it existed

beyond our scope of thought.

All things thrown and twisted

only to be sought.



Maybe one day I’ll know

what it all means to us.

Hopefully I won’t outgrow

and will continue to discuss.



The meaning it has to all

in all ways big and small.