This too is magic

You catch dancing dust particles 
In your hands , and call them magic 
because they disappear when you open it again, 
and maybe there is a little magic there, 
hidden in the fibers of my carpet 
but dust settles and is swept away 
it cannot dance forever 
the sun won’t stream soft and warm 
through my bedroom window every morning 
but i’m okay with the slate grey skies 
with the tickling of the rain against my window 
this too is important somehow

Reviews

[Black Rose]

Nice poem. I loved it!

[Shoug]

love this

[zainul]

A great idea transformed into a lovely poem.
Greet you for the nice work!