A starduster would wipe away the starsong

You know when you wake up
out of a dream and find the dreams
have scattered your pieces over the sky;
when you wake up and try to gather
all those little pieces, and find most
except for one, which is crammed
under the bed or tucked beneath
the pillow?

And you finally find it and grab it,
but it's covered in stardust, and
no matter how you shake it off
you can't quite wipe it clean,
and so you put it in place
and go off to face the day,
but everywhere you go
there's still a little stardust
clinging to a piece of you.