Of Loving Days
A stream of light
glistens, from burning glass
to patterned warmth
that crawls along
the squeaky boards beneath my feet
turning
like a crystal windmill in my mind
fanning flames
that flicker on the wooden wall
oh, to be a speck of dust
caught in your sunbeam
afloat, these churning dreams
of loving days
I'd spin a silver web
around your haunting whispers
to keep them close to lonely
until heaven finds you waiting
in a promise meant for me
I'll cherish musty memories
unforgotten attic treasures
forever love that hangs
from rafters, covered
with the dust of your good bye
the longing never leaves me
to hear your voice
and lay my head upon your chest
to listen to the music of your heart
and count your breaths in slumber
as I close my eyes
remembering our passion,
a cloud slips across the sun
devours all but love
while I fall away
a speck of dust
you left
behind.
Copyright 09/29/00
January Grey
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