like dust catching sunlight
those swirls we're floating on
never let us touch for long
always carried away by life and its plans
where we end up none of us knows
but you looked so magnificent up close
that golden guilded flash of you
Your joy was contageous
and after circling around
we saw our moment
and we held on to each other as long as we could
it wasnt enough.
maybe next time,
when I see you
after floating in the sun
our dust specks will settle
in just the right way
may we lay there together
forgotten,
for the rest of our days.
I Adore Dust Motes
golden or otherwise touching for eternity. Lovely conceptualization of love. - allets