Connect. . .

Connect the Dots

We are all made of dust,
Tiny particles of stars with great potential.

Look out into the vastness,
The eerie beauty of it all.
See all those stars?

Those are hopes and wishes, much like yours.
Each is distinct, every one with their own personality,

Is it any wonder they are so bright,
You must think?

Each shining ray becoming apart of
Something larger,
Something grander,
Something connected.

Connect the dots.
Connect the hearts.
Connect the lives.

Linked together in the dark,
In the cold,
In the emptiness.

Imaginary lines through space, created with a simple finger.
We are creators of our own imaginations,
We are imaginers of our own creations.

Within the grand collective,
We can feel it.
The Connection, the dust.
It is unseen, but with a simple gesture:
A finger, a handshake-
-A smile.

We are connected.

So, connect.
Connect with your fellow luminaries.

Connect the dots.
Connect the hearts.
Connect the lives.

© 9 September 2009

This has been another poem brought to you by the Dreamers of Renaissance foundation.