A Handful of Stardust

A handful of Stardust I hold in my hands;

to mold as I please into a dream fulfilled.

What will the color of its desire be?

The crimson of passion, both bold and hot?

The smear of sorrow, pervading everything?

Will it be the bubbling of laughter, bright with gold?

Or will it blend into a painting full of life in all its glory?

A handful of Stardust I hold in my hands;

molded by me into reality.

By Christina Chiarillo

February 13, 2015

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