There is dust on this world…

There is dust on this world…
Through sunlight and shade…
A mist of imperfection…
Settling on you and me.

Yet, it has no grip…
Its tracks have no meaning…
Its secrets have no power…
There is no adventure in any of it.

All this stuff I have seen and know…
I have spoken to the hand who has written it all…
She lives between my breaths…
Telling me that everything I do is sacred.

Her soul is my soul…
My prayers need no words or demands…
We move together on a current of love…
With increasing feeling.

Today is a good day to be alive…
It is all about imagination…
So what if I get a little dusty from this world…
With a quick shake of the tail, I am clean as a freshly licked pup.

I love you,

Annie