What do you think of?
I think of the seas
I think of the sands and the wind in the trees
I think of you people, your worries, your strife
I think about dust,
And I think about life
What do you know?
I know of time, and of waiting for rain
I know of the ancients, of love and of pain
I know of your heart, it is cold, like us
I know of life,
And I know of dust.
Why are you here?
I am, for I think, and I think, for I know
I am like the winds, the rain and the snow
I am for you, and I am for us
I am for life
I am for dust
Where will you go?
Nowhere, I think, for the best of us
cannot see past the black edge of the dusk
The question is not where we’re going, so trust
Your heart is life,
though you are dust.
By Sarina Fehr