Moondust

It settles quietly into the corners
of the eyes-eyeshadow
left in craters
on the moon’s face
often a remnant that
someone once walked
in its silent mist.
It drapes frail stars
leading to a discovery
of celestial bodies
and is free
to coat many surfaces
like velvet residue.
It welcomes dreamers
and travelers alike
lining their pockets,
as evidence that they
made the journey.
It buries everything in its wake
I nearly touched it- infinity
it’s right up there with unicorns
and restores the imagination
to it’s factory state
only it doesn’t breathe.
one of the few things
that aren’t aroused by the wind
only by the voyage
that calls it home.