Dust Away Time

Time crushed by the ages now flows around as dust

Light plays around with each particle

Wind feels their palpitations and sweeps them away

Settles down somewhere, only to be swept away once again

That’s the fate of time which aged the bodies of man

Times itself becomes that thing called dust

That illusion which calculates life and so devoutly trusts

Only to be scraped away by time from another reality as crusts

Don’t let them get into the eyes and pierce the vision

Life emerges from the shackles, dusts away the crusts and frissons

Eternity teaches how to view life with entirely new eyes

The skin shines again and the dust all gone; never to be seen

In this phase, you are king with the wish to search for territories

No more seeking through the glass globe or holding flowing sand

~Amitav