Specks of Dust

Specks of dust, that's all we are,
Just like the stars, so small and far,
And through the cosmos we'll be thrust,
To echo, rupture, burst, combust!

Like grains of sand, dewdrops, jewels,
We span the land like molecules,
Caught between demise and treasure,
With eyes that shine like pools of pleasure!

This onslaught will be over soon,
This poem lost, like ashes strewn,
Then on some gentle, temperate gust,
We'll dissipate, like specks of dust...