Golden specs of dust Silently falling Sun made visible Landing on ruffled bedding Left in a rush Unkempt and forgotten Warm still Dust falls on sheets of paper Scribbles of the imagination And creative flow Paint spots still Speckled on a the mirror Dust falls gracefully On the wooden floorboards Scattered with litter And the tellings of the day Something about how The dust falls Is magical to me Blanketing life that once was there Which now rests still As the dust falls