Dust particles dance, in sunbeams bright,
A hazy veil, that shimmers with light,
A gentle mist, that whispers low,
A reminder of moments, as they drift and go.
In the air, it hangs, a soft disguise,
A gentle whisper, of memories and sighs,
A whispered secret, of the past and present too,
A fleeting moment, that we can’t hold true.
The dust settles slow, on skin and hair,
A soft caress, that’s beyond compare,
A gentle reminder, to breathe, to feel, to be,
In the moment, wild and free.