Dust

This house used to be full of your noise  
now full of dust  
I hardly remember how you sounded  
when I am getting older each day.  
Why cannot our voice be kept and piled up  
like the dust in our house?  
You must somehow have shredded  
some fragments of life beneath  
the floors, or behind the corners  
in this house that I see nothing  
but dust in the day  
only by night when the moonlight  
fills in my room, and bed, and floor  
your voice rises from dust in the light  
and I hear how you sound once more  
in my dreams that will be swept  
away each time  
by the morning dust.

03.01.2007, 1:54 pm, Sat.

Reviews

[The Autumn Faerie]

Serenely sound.
I like the concept of the 'dust'.
Nicely done.