Return To Dust

dust floats in the still air otherworldly in the shafts of sunlight that slip silently onto the floor from the partially obscured window the curtain rustles slightly in a dry gasp of breeze spring is alive and bursting its bonds outside one can almost taste how the virgin spring air returns life to the windswept field below the vacant room echoes my footsteps its expanse of naked wood floorboards looks beaten and weathered rough against my bare feet but its is the sparkling treasure laying in the surreal sunlight a heart shaped necklace a lament that appeals with a golden glow the riches of a heart that once was abundant with sweet love slowly buried in dust in my mouth my words once bold and bright words that once carried and cared for words that lovingly embraced the reader now caked with layers of dust as the room became the cage locked away with only the warmth of a surrendered heart and the unspeakable sunlight that never cares never embraces never loves and of course the dust slowly burying eyesight obscuring the world in this grey room the dust i live and breath