When dust turns to silk

it’s like

when water turns to wine

and he turns to she

a crack that shines

a light of another

world

We came

we greeted

we started spinning

We spin

we who live

we with cells

splitting and healing

we spin the dust to silk

spin the silk to threads

then we start weaving

Moondust is good but

moonsilk is better

We wrap each other in carpets 

and wrap them around Her

weave the strings of care longer

for every day

we

are

here

A poem from the novel “Dust & silk”