Dust

Satin sunlight streamers
Drift lazily on my faded blue desk
(Painted on with my own hands)
Drafts, stories, ideas
windswept.

Fluttering spirals
Dancing, decorating my forgotten pieces
Like sand eroding a rock in the desert
(Rain will come, and help you bloom someday)

Minds of their own,
Gray satin sunlight streamers
Strewn upon my desk
Keep my ink and lined paper company
While I'm gone