Specks of dust, like a million tiny travelers
Float in and out of lemon colored rays.
Where did they come from and where are they going?
What were they before they were this,
The dander of cat or dog or me perhaps,
Maybe fragments of antiquity, blown in from the desert
Or from the gardens in my backyard.
They seem eager to get where they are going,
Stopping for nothing or no one,
Determined in their own mindless way,
Traveling the beams into the clear blue sky.
Could they be angels invisible but for the sacred light?
Giving just a glimpse, a brief look into their world,
Then just as quickly they are gone,
Vanishing into the darkness, but always there,
Watching us as we go about our lives.
Maybe this “dust” is not dust at all,
But something more, something alive or animated.
Maybe its a perfect world so unlike our own,
One which we could only hope to aspire too,
Perfection in miniature,
Just maybe.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Dom DiFrancesco 
“Could they be angels invisible but for the sacred light?”
Just beautiful Dom. You are a splendid poet.
Thank you so much, that is very nice of you to say. :)
You are most welcome!
This is very cool. Just think – maybe some of the dust in the world goes back centuries. It just blows in the wind, never landing…….:)
I will never look at dust the same way again.
Just hope that you aren’t allergic to it. :)
Great writing.
Thank you sir. :)
You’re very welcome.
Did you ever read Phillip Pullman’s His Dark Materials trilogy Dom? I think you would find it interesting. Your poem remnds me of it, you are truly a master of your art.
No, I haven’t read it, but I just wrote it down to take a look for it. Thank you so much for the really nice comment, it is most appreciated. :)
I never thought of it this way…! It was a beautiful perspective to look at it from…and I enjoyed it immensely! :-)
Thank you very much, I really glad that you liked it. :)