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