Magic Dust

When the

Light

Comes through

The window

It

Illuminates

Everything it

Touches

I see

Specks

In the air

Flying,

Floating,

Searching for

Somewhere

To settle

Dust

Travels to places

You will

Never see

As particles

Meet

They tell

Stories about

Places they’ve

Been

Things they’ve

Heard or

Peculiar things

They’ve seen

Dust

Dances in the

Air

Sometimes,

You don’t know

It’s there

Looking at it

In the

Light it

Appears like

Magic

Flying

Floating

Each speck tells a

Story

If you

Listen

Close

You can

Hear them

Whispering