Dust sparkled particles
Of life long gone
Dance aimlessly, catching
In sunlight, a throng,
Flittering, fluttering,
Teasing my eye
Alive once again, motes caught
In rays from the sky.
Like fairies they seem,
Too tiny to test
For wishes. Don’t trap them,
Their freedom is best.
Lightly, balletically,
They twirl and suspend there
Till sun’s rays abate
And darkness descends where
Life has been gaily portrayed
In a dance
Of light-infused feeling
Caught in my glance.