Stardust

The land of Shangri-la,
Or as they say,
The mystical land of heaven,
Was perforated.
And from in between
Those million spaces
The amateur stars,
Just tumbled and
Slipped through.

Riding on the arms
Of the squally wind.
And leaving behind
A trail of promises,
To go back.
They stumbled upon the exit,
But never found the way out.

We are made,
As the myth says,
From the dust
That falls down,
Along with the
shooting stars.
There is an
Entire universe,
Swirling within us.
And the supernova
Beating in our hearts.
The mind tuned to,
The music of the
cosmic stars.
To the rhythm divine,
You and I,
are sublime,
You and I,
Are nothing but
Stardust.....