d.U.S.t. | Original Handwritten Poem | Reía Dawn Art

This listing is for the original poem below.  If it finds a little home in your heart, I'll write it for you by hand, and send it to your mailbox, postmarked with love.

d.U.S.t
By: Reia Dawn of Ley & Sea

Run me under your fingers
You'll see that I am dust
I am clay
Just as they say

I am the dirt beneath your nails
The stubborn, sticky kind
That hides in the corners
And won't clean out; except

You are stubborn too
You scrape at the edges 
Until I give in
Until I show what I am

You press me between your hands
Twist me through your lines and circles
And at once I seem to disappear
A fusion illusion melting in your palm

Now you appear as me
And I, as you

We are the same dust
Just drifted in on a different day
The same clay
Molded on a child's whim

Set out to dream
Set out to play