Oceandust

"There's no more wind to be found in the sails, hands full of fallen stars and comet tails. Rivers of sand unintwined through my hands, to know what they've seen, well, my burden's all pale" He sang, the sand scratching my legs. "What's the dust of stars?" He asked as he looked up abruptly. I laughed. "What the dust of the ocean?" I asked. "Oceandust." He said smiling.