Into dust

I had forgotten that Challenger explosion was 30 years ago yesterday. Those of us who remember that event will never forget where they were when they heard the news. Love this poem that brings that day back to us…

Peace, Love and Patchouli

We move through fields

Stars become wishes of shattered dreams

Falling from the sky

As we sit below so minuscule in the scheme

And trickling down

The ash moves on winds

Not forgotten

Just no longer the whole

Of a lost soul.

She dared to follow

Each step moving forward to her dream

Within reach of her hands

Only wanting to be at the tip of eternity

Floating in space teaching

Her special smile exploding across

Small boxes in rooms far from home

And I saw her there,

For but a moment as I lay in the depths

Fevered thoughts wracking each nerve,

So far from greatness she went so high,

And then blinking once

She became no longer,

Just dust of the moment passing

Like each moment of our lives that slip by,

Yet noticed this time

In the loss of a hope

Extinguished in the cold.

I cried…

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