The Perfect Dust

You are not a shadow that follows behind my back

Every moment my path is always blocked

I am walking at the edge of precipice

It seems that I am living in a world without peace.

You are not a charcoal that burns through the fire

Nor an audacious person with a dirty desire

But your gray color was made by the grave

A reminder that our lives will someday fade.

The veracity of life we can never deny

That one day you will also say goodbye

How could you be lonesome and cry?

The chirping birds will make you smile

Remember that the world also offers

ethereal peace and great happiness

akin to the goodness that comes from above.

We are perfect dust

With ashes inside our flesh

Humans were made from ashes

Someday we will begone like the withering bushes

But there is light in the midst of darkness

We can tame the wild beast in the wilderness

Tigers, lions and jackals will be our comforter

The manna from heaven will ease our hunger

No more winter nor summer

Only the sweet memory of December.