STARDUST
Two palms, my friend, are also ash from starlight.
Millions of parsecs, ages… Who blew on this ash to ignite?
Who holds it in this flesh, warmed by breath?
Let me warm your icy palm in mine…
Life knows no end… Echo – all its noises and sounds…
And the tom-tom, and the choir fade: a loved one dies.
The choice of love’s alpha is the choice of omega’s parting.
Dust swirls for ages… and settles on marble eyelids.
A pale, sunken temple… Perhaps its blue vein
beats in quantum pulse with a distant star in unison?
Caravans of minutes here we send into History.
The Magi’s path is what we bring to the Creator in reverence.
Stardust
© Copyright: Сергей Тебердин, 2025
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