We weave the wisps of moon dust
Trailing in waves as we dance
Silently, sweepingly on its surface
Poised, in delicate motion
Swoon, in elegant embrace
Grey eternity in diamond-like stars
Reflecting the distance within ourselves
As the eyes of our youth grow dimmer
We hold onto hope that glimmers
In a dreamlike, whimsical trance
And become once more the moon dust
That leaves our footsteps in the past
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