Dream's Dust Poem by Corina Vitale

The autumn leaves are falling
The wind picks them up
Little mice scurry around a popcorn kernel
Dancing the sunlight away

The moon is slow in rising
Suggesting a hard night’s work on the other side
The owl hoots after the crickets
The mice scamper to their home

The overturned basin in the sky spills the dark
While the fireflies try to find a way out
The crickets try to start a band
Collecting all who come near

The moon is a fallen fingernail
Floating in a puddle
Stars swim from here to there
Sinking down to oblivion

He sits upright staring at them all
Looking at the falling stars skipping across the pond


Thinking what if…
Thinking what if…
Thinking what if…